Self righteous

I know this

Stay flexin

They stressin

I show up

We show out

Suns out

These guns out

Check it

I see the future

I know no bounds

I’m not here to find a common ground

Playing these fools like Cleopatra

I fuck up these hand

Like these fucking sentences

I think it through

Then murder it

Show stopper

Game changer

I clap back

Then slap my own back

Back to the future

I’m still talking about me tho

When I step on stage I throw it up

Word vomit, I can’t write enough

I gotta remind myself that I can always go

Never end, just a few naps

But for your sake

Ill close my eyes

Bat up, shoulder down

Hit it outta the park

No, short stop.


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