Street signature (The Hanzo edit) Video (MV)

I ain't letting up till they charge me with arson
Setting hip hop ablaze, like my sanity partial
Molotov for the fuel efficient
I'm a machine, I drank a whole gallon of diesel
I grew a thick skin for the road, I absorb the shock, but niggas gotta retire
Type of rapper that could plug you a spark, cause coming at me can only be a misfire
My forefathers made an account on stones
I'm tapping my tales on boards
I guess I gotta paint my life on the wall
But I'm not a graffiti artist I'm an astronaut
I know the launch pad in the booth
Get me a Tesla so I tag my name on the moon
Then back to earth and maybe dig up a tomb
The pen is motivated by wounds
So niggas Know, I ain't running on fumes
Never stretching the truth
The other day I looked back at what I did, no accolades, just blood on my face and the heads of dead poets in microwaves
I could save you a plate
I'm from a time where niggas flaunt the gold teeth
Rolling the dice and walking with a bouncing hip, and that's a code for
Proceed with caution
Young G from the burbs with borderline gangster motion
I took the narrow path and became a ghost
No respect for the train of thought of most
I'm by the back of the church, I praise the Lord
I see the snakes and the fakes, I thank the God
The Reason I'm still bumping to no sleep
The motive was to Get into motif
But instead I mostly, grossly got a couple clippers unsterilized for goatees
The dudes you praise and glaze is trying my patience
I might diss a rapper on a random occasion
Then open the bible preach and edit the matrix
The thirst for blood is real, just peep the cadence
I'm riding the dragon, ironic I'm not an addict, cause every scheme is a hit, this verse is a brick, I'm that dope
Got mad flows You niggas' projection is mad cope
Throwing shots from a wounded soul
I pray to God I get a shot at dropping you niggas
The only thing I think about is upping my figures
Waiting on my time Since I was the only nigga rocking Filas, when the homies were only my believers