Yeah
See, I'm trapped inside my mind, shit I'm a prisoner to perfectness
I search the net - if someone's better, I'll just burn the verse instead
Rap so I can find me finer living with no worthless checks
I earn respect from music dropped and you ain't even heard the best
Ugh
My rhymes are so perfected
My bars are so perplexive but my mind is so rejective
I'll always be repressing, confined to be depressing
Got all these fucking messages but I'll never express shit
I'm tired of this waiting game
I don't like to stay the same
I'mma ride inside my lane and you can stay there staying lame
Aim to break up out my chains my brain has made to make me tame
Now I aim to pave the way for gaining fame and make a name
I'm going with this flowing shit
Hoping people notice it
I'mma keep on rapping until everybody knows the kid
Everybody knows I'm sick
I'mma make you know the shit
Make you see me on the street and make you scream like:
"HOLY SHIT!"
Are you finally happy now?
Hear me finally rapping now
Spazzin' out and actin' out will leave me finally blackin' out
Laughing loud 'cause rappers bout to here me
They'll be passing out
"He's too immature, should be backing down!"
Shut your yacky mouth!
Flowing so immaculate
Hoping noone laughs at it
I'm accurate
At blabbing it
You only knowing half of it
Blowing over rapper kids
No way going back from it
An addict of this crappy shit
I'm prone to loan a laxative
I am a damn perfectionist
I'm guessing it's my fucking obsession to just impress a bit
I'm getting sick of trying to follow my fucking etiquette
I stress 'til it's the damn embodyment of what perfection is
I'm testin it, tho
I'm fuckin testin it, tho
I wasn't happy with the outcome, I ain't stressin it, tho
I ain't frettin it, tho
Nah, I ain't frettin it, tho
Because I know one day, that fame
I'm fucking gettin it, tho