Time Warp

Ever since a toddler I was mentally a grown man
Running through the halls jacket pocket full of contraband
And I know she got a man, pass it to the homie
Cuz my city getting crazy they killin over these hoes B
I look around and I see all these horrors, nothing left for us
So I just thought I'd start writing the chorus
The verses, and cursin hoping that my momma don't hear
She still see me as her lil baby and she holding me dear
But I don't see what she be seeing when I look in the mirror
If she knew half of the shit she probably die from the fear
It's real
I can't lie when I'm spittin my heart
I told y'all that from the start, before this weed got sparked
I got the bars but I got homies who be chilling behind em
Hope I can find him when I'm breaded and maybe show him the life and
Let em know theres love
Outside the corner and block
You ain't got pull out the Glock when you ain't chasing the flock
Just stop
We elevated and getting self educated
The schools would never teach us this I guess they be too afraid and
Frankly I can do it on my own
I sit it and watch as these bitches switching to see throne
Well that's my home
And I'm coming for it
Running for it
Gunning for it
With the metaphors
Some shit you never heard before
You can get it boy
I know I see you want some more
I get underneath your words like a motherfucking underscore
Uuuah
I'm never passive I'm passin
All of they asses and grabbing
At gold and know that I'm slashing
Necks you and you next if you up in the way
Man fuck these rappers I'm tired of smiling in they face
I verbally murder you
Hurting you making sure that these people never heard of you
Serving you put the pressure on present rappers they over do
This term is overused but I;m too dope for all this shit
I turn into kamiaze calmly watching 'fore I fucking flip
The script, throw a fit this bitch should quit I'm sick of it
They counterfeit I'll counter with a fucking fist
If they don't get the story's gist
I'm fit to wear a crown now
Bow down now
I wanna blow by the pound now
Lets have a pow wow
But po po always clockin us
Why we screaming fuck 12
When we getting rushed
I'm might write a fuckin omnibus
I'm ominous
Thinking of rythms while I be on the bus
I'm coming cuz
Busting flows like if I was a blunderbuss
I must get paid
I can't live it no other way
I got stress for days
So don't wonder why I burn haze
Grind for better days
Until we sittin sideways
Come and catch a fade
I'm never sleeping I got rage
Get uncaged when I'm with a pen
Yeah bitch I'm set to win
And I'm sorry if my words offend
But grow a thicker skin
I'm off the shits again
Homie drunk a fifth of gin
And baby this just the start
I feel like I'm in a time warp