All of that chatters just extra curricular In particular, when im planning my future I don’t wanna hear no singular, Hating ass nigga from the back sour like vinegar When I write my stories I am the titular And when I write a lyric I leave them questioning… cos that’s my signature Ugh Don’t need no solicitor, I know my rights so I won’t get trapped like prisoner These bars heal my wounds like ligature They wanna pic of me, they don’t wanna picture ya And If we’re on the same line up then you’re a starter best know I’m the finisher Finisher, finish him, Thinks he’s about to blow put a pin in him CD is dead I’m binning it Find a beat I like I’m spinning it spinning it, find a beat I like I’m killing it, Killing it, find a beat I like write some rhymes and I’m billing it I’ve been, chilling with the mandem I’ve been, I’ve been, chilling with the gangdem I’ve been I’ve been, I’ve been, pulling all nighters I’ve been, I’ve been, putting out fires I’ve been Chilling with the mandem that’s where I’ve been Chilling with the gangdem that’s where I’ve been Pulling all nighters that’s where I’ve been Putting out fires that’s where I’ve been Lyrically skinning em, 1,2,3 I’m pinning em Dont play ball but right now 5 star skilling em Wanna get rid of em Leave the game to the ones who take a piece of their mind and don’t mind digging in Further inside their brain to give us their pain without Ritalin Everyone’s so medicated, And I feel like my head can’t take it Pills for pains an even trade till you’re brain feels wasted Fiend for the codeine when the migraine seeps in your head and spreads like weeds But they ain’t ready for that tea Migraine Mowgli Do what I want not what they told me Entered the scene I was feeling lonely Now I enter the room and mandem act like they know me Act like they homies, Yh they feel so cozy In the end, it’s just me and my broskies