....bitch, i’m present not pressed
hard-headed how i take my lessons, i guessed

....i guess i'm ready to decompose
never see me losing a lead to heed
weaker foes

better be improving your speed
to seed deeper goals
credit me for moving the league
to breed eager moles 

can't talk about my upbringing without the tears
unless i tell the lies i told over the years 

niggas seen me  cry never asked why
the voids that can never be filled by what the cash buy 
boys that can never be killed by what the rats try 
soar intelligently with skill, it's mister magpie 

 can your force of will not be plied by the wine and the promise of endorsement deal?
whom i kiddin? of course it will 
who'd you like to see die for a quarter mil

separate the 5s from the snortin' bills


crackheads was flipping off roofs, pre-pandemic
and landing in a 3-point stance, like damn, kill

heed the planned penance
i'd rather self-devein
man
than help regain land
for bland lyrics

if it ain't in the cards it wasn't meant to be
waking up to screams need to get old eventually

the poor sentries ignored the 4 bentlys
oh lord
the sword-entry wound-gore was lore friendly 

a hopeless gollum
witta focus problem
i'mma crossed word with an open column

throw in the towel cuz nobody you know can stop 'em
your only option is succumbing to the potent toxins

i'm known locally and globally but don't nobody know me tho
your homies probably hoping i get polio

we all teeter between leaving the scene
and believing in dreams
these things
are rarely as bleak as they seem