My life is tragedy and chaos
Ballin like Mookie Blaylock
I'll drop ten songs back to back to make a tenth more than my day job
In a fraction of the time that I contemplate at the train stop
I might turn on every beat like hanging curveballs thrown to a-rod
Not ya typical rap writer I compose epics
Far removed from thought schools and all commonly cool aesthetics
I'm accustomed to the loss of friends for questioning they ethics
So those who ain't down in Charlotte ain't up wit me in Essex
Speaking on successes with the Duke and the Duchess of Sussex
Mad assorted crumpets Jamaican cuisine inside our stomachs
I had inklings you were fraud but I tried to ignore the hunches
Then you turned to Zatoichi started blindly throwin punches
At the wrong target
Now you suffering thru mad losses
Couldn't see fumes in yo doo doo now yo group been mad departed
Everything must end but kin to kin you shoulda never started
Typing mass paragraphs hopin I read em brokenhearted
And I'm a little sad you gone but I won't miss the strange behavior
I won't miss the subtle lies and crazy eyes from all our neighbors
I won't miss the secrecy tryn hide a romance from our legion
Truth be told I'm glad it's over I ain't even really grieving
Now I see how light reflects off you in P3 wide gamut
Your Pantone done been exposed and I really don't wanna stand it
Claim you spiritual and love God so I don't quite understand
How you nearly two decades in still operating adolescent
What made you move this way is the billion dollar question
I'll have three sittin in the bank fore I get plausible suggestions
You got attached too fast you made yo home inside my presence
Crystal clear living in constant fear of my rejection
So I'm glad you called it quits and ceased from leeching off my essence
Takin dead things bringin em back to life like Evanescence
Woe to those who make foes and are pros at downpressing
Wit my dawgs in Yeshua's house tryna say hello two heaven
Holy love for my brethren John four:20th suggestions
I don't quiver I don't fold my arrows true in they projection
Can't interpret my speeches clarity inside my message
At yo grown age I can't continue wiping up yo messes
We too big for that you see
I take the onus for all my bad no matter how it's cracked accountability is key
I sowed discordant seeds so this must be the fruit that Imma reap
Still fly though I exist with deeply severed angel wings
Through the storm when hail flings my trust inside the King of Kings
I was born a champion don't need to prove it wit a ring
I receive correction then my heart is sparked and starts to sing
Made a diamond if you test me I'm bound to go off and ding