Spaceship outta here
Out in the atmosphere
Don't need a plan right
Cuz they don't end right
I got my word and balls
I got these blistered arms
I got this notebook here
Rhymes take back all the fear
I whip my car to my job do the work and leave
I take my time with the rhymes this is what I need
Can't rush perfection what I learned through all the trial and error
And now I'm balling on the town stunt on all these clowns
I bult different what I've resisted all the hate tho
My rhymes fine like a dime piece
Your rhymes are like a trap
Why the long face
Rot in this hard place
My determination never let up on a rainy day
So many bars I forgot I even wrote em
So many bars I forgot I even hold up wait
I never participate in beef no more
Cuz I got better things to do than write some awful bars
Yeah