I do this outta passion they do it for the glitter
I try to stay cool but my blood's starting to simmer
Surrounded by fools starving hyenas
I mean you get the picture it's Oscar in the kitchen
No sugarcoating the rhymes no flowers or vanilla
Keep my mind focused and the wine in the cellar
And I'll never sell out cuz I know it's all a set up I
Won't dance around for lettuce I got morals keep my head up
Put the pedal to the metal get the hell out of this bitch
I won't quit or back down till I'm dead in a ditch
Till my name's on a prize
On a statue on the list
Till I'm filthy rich
Till I acquire the nicks
I sound british but I can switch
I can sound just like my homie Birdwish
I could sport a german accent still get clicks
As long as I look good my name is on their lips
My brain's going adrift
Is it fame or gibberish?
I pray to never shift
And stay true to my gift
Champagne in my veins cause I'm always celebrating
Standing in the rain yelling "momma I made it!"
Knew I had it in me now I'm spilling my guts
Like oil from the ground yeah watch me erupt
In the kitchen baking the beat sounds apeshit
History in the making please be patient
No drip no wheels I'm better off naked
No ice on the wrist cause it keeps melting
Sweat on my forehead makes sense if I'm brainwashed
Like a fat kid keep my bread in the safe stash
Birthplace NYC it's at her place that I sleep
The worst days I foresee
So the goal is to beat the odds getting big deposits
Kick the bars helps get drip in the closet
Eye in a pyramid
Expose it then close it they so trash they need littering
Located in the hood with the vein scratchers yeah
Do not blame trappers selling to the same crackheads
They got baggage they know that their package causes
Brain damage but they crave to obtain some bank balance
Just like us
Rap game like the crack game
Tough job
Everybody packing a Mac-10
I just happen to be the best at this thing you call rapping