Can still rhyme like im leather face Sittin' in a meadow, laying, meditatin, no better feelin head is level set the brakes Let the bass fill your hands while you're sittin, waitin Acceleration of your motivation From the spirit of your soul to your education No vaccination for a demonstration You bled on the pen and paper You heard em sayin that you'll never make it Im here to set the record straight and tell 'em that i'll never fake it You wanna live good, go where the money be You wanna feel good, flow with the energy You wanna pick my style then bury me Gonna need a plan if you end up my enemy No sendin any money too many dummies No recollection when i said "what's funny" She wanna hug me but that biddie got a big ol'tummy with mini mommy's Like Bizarre pullin Fisher out a twisted river She really want me I'll throw her back, jumpin Pick her back, flip a chip stack Slip on fricken chicken crap, prick and crack back, shit call the doctor kid I think Im bout to have another ****in heart attack You wanna live good, go where the money be You wanna feel good, flow with the energy You wanna pick my style then bury me Gonna need a plan if you end up my enemy Im not the best yet but im tryna get there In grade 10 I said "**** it I'll just test it" Started guessing which aligned my next trick made friends with with a rapper who progressed me (Ethie) Started seeing everything i want in ten speed I could be the best and everyone'll get me Then life takes you on a jet ski At night livin life in ecstasy Never had a voice Seemed like every squeak annoyed Now im in a seat, deployed Speaking up, defeat, exploit Im steamin beef while you're reaching for the feeding hoist What i mean is the stakes are high, A leaner choice Im the peak to your inter-joist holdin up a sheet, let me see you diss-a-point I see you lining up your coins while im flying on a joint I'll be the final one enjoying every country mile 'till my spinal column's on a hunch, Enjoy the punch by Petr Yan I guess it goes without sayin I love the taste of my own blood So dont stop yet one punch man Hook left, right, left, left, up, right Im a boner fright with a loaded knife A stoners light and two throwbacks to a dopeless life I told you right Im bonafide with no hoes in life couldn't grow a rose even if I fertilized a nursery rhyme Im undeserving of of this hurtful life that's why im bursting through your worthless spine Stealing purses and to murder mic's Jesse Pinkman's and Walter White's Crashing hearses Im a crazy ****in' Gemini Stare in lights, Heaven heights Twenty-five's catching up that's half a life of memory of when mother****in' Henry died Grab the Hennessy, Im drinking till my memory's fried 'till you bitches get forgotten 'bout like Alzheimers You wanna live good, go where the money be You wanna feel good, flow with the energy You wanna pick my style then bury me Gonna need a plan if you end up my enemy