 It said I was a young dream, my lyrics have done my flow Don't sound the same, we'll drown in shame, with charges you know Can't adore this amount of pain, except I roam Sometimes I feel I need to be left alone My rep is known, these artists keep using me for a steppin' stone I'm stressed at home, I gotta get back to who I used to be A true emcee, I went from being a ship to mister who was here Damn this grace, man I can't erase this dumbfounded face It's fun like a glim, for chillin' around and lettin' my talent waste for oh so long Been a month of Sunday since I composed a song over the genre Scared you goosebumps, whenever I blow, though did the show perform So my folks, they welcome me with open arms Got help and deed and hope and strong, they felt my dreams and hopes was gone I refuse to chill on the block like how I used to Niggas are shootin' for your clothes with more hoes The ponky booster, keepin' it all the way funky just usual Stole of the miracles, homie, jokin' your views, I don't let them flow, case confusion Never been to practical breaks, there I ain't with the bloopers The planer for roofers and leavers, hangin' with mister Gloopers Let it thaw, I'm a butcher to beef rows And the hoodlin' the streets, chosen to wolf in the sheep's coat And the predator on the prowl, I gotta pray to the fullest Every single night, they got me dodgin' strays Several bullets up in this plastic world But I'm pity-parties, go away, I'm sorry I'm late Exposure to the garments, I take it's time for me to get my priorities straight The time goes by, and the days start flashin' Turns to months, then the years start passin' They're wondering why did I quit rappin' But not on my watch, I can't let this happen A time goes by, and the days start flashin' We turned to months, then the years start passin' They're wondering why did I quit rappin' But not on my watch, I can't let this happen Am I down the drain? They said I'm down the drain Tryin' to shit on my name Well, I'mma give them their pass They're thinkin' I lost my touch I've been off my joints since I fell off my crest Don't talk as much, they say I went soft Ever since my heart was crushed, so fuckin' help There's nothin' else that we could further discuss Can't word it enough, it ain't too many people inside of my circle The trust, the path is straight There's no need for us to elaborate them bad mistakes Your shoulders, your colors, cause you was plastic fate That's not an illusion I put the use to all the knowledge I'm usin' When some of my work control could burst a hold through your cloud of confusion But alert was true, you was the only one I was turnin' to Concernin' who for that bread, a hole in my pocket was burnin' through Got a chill, don't take no rockets, sign your tits to see I got skills And we got a kill, I'm real, and you niggas fake as a pill of bill I'm through with the chips, I went from sellin' the dirt to movin' the kush Can't trust ya, what is a man that bird of your hand is only worth two in the bush I run with enough, don't bang with them fools Because they foam with them bluffs, some doers runnin' with us And drop the down, and threw me under the bus to slither my name Throwin' up the changes, hard to handle the fame My man is to trade, to bring me a discipline That's how I gentle my brain, you rappers are through When I make me grip the gat, I'm slashing your crew If it's a jam, I'm fixin' a flat, so where's the patches included in this plastic world? When it's really hard for me to adapt my life from snap and write I pray to God that I wake up after the night They never down the drain, they say I'm down the drain They try to shit on my name, it's like, well I'ma give this pack, pack, pack That's why I was soon to blow, I battagged my rhymes so I could ruin my flow As far as the room is go, they said I was dead, but when it's my funeral, I'm runnin' late Would've never suspected this to become my fate, the niggas, they under-rape But some of the bait, I'm straight for the slum, say, hey, and the drugs, I dealt Keepin' it real, ain't singin' stuff for my health My lady then turned her back, because she probably think I gave up on myself I'm fine with my strif, gotta loosen up, my spirit is kind of tense I haven't been rhyming since, but be immature, restore my confidence I waste the years, sought against hell, that's how I taste my tears I had to escape my peers, alone on my own, that's how I face my fears I'm comin' up short, relax in my mind, sometimes I hover my thoughts But clever and smart, was never was taught to put the cut in front of the horse There's birth of the wise, don't be with them crabs I'm allergic to hives, I'm just thinner to the skies I heard of the lies, I won't discharge my promise Don't make a shot, make a number run, until I'm done with the drop My younglings are born to block, like, where you been? I crawled from under a rock, I lost a limb Stuck in a trap, somehow my heart was grim Taking a step by step, just like hierarchy, rid of the art museum Repeating the time, slowly but surely, reaching my peak of my prime I never was eager to find, but if I blow, make sure my people are fine I'm fighting it strong, can I check myself to know my rights or my wrongs? Took me a couple of weeks, so just for a week, to throw my life in the sodas Plastic world, full of selfless snakes, but niggas can't help the hate I'm ready to melt the flame, so smell the fumes, I'm soon to suffer Hey! And the days start flashing, as then the years start passing The wonder in why did I quit rapping, but none of my watcher can't watch this happen As time goes by, and the days start flashing Roots turning the months, as then the years start passing The wonder in why did I quit rapping, but none of my watcher can't let this happen Am I down to drain? This ain't I'm down, trying to shoot on my name Goddamn it, well I'ma give em this pain, pain, pain