Smothered by the way you are While you’re smiling, I’m dying I really tried and I can’t do it anymore Just sort of sit and watch you puppeteering I don’t think you mean to be this way, can’t hear me Whenever I try to explain I’ve leveled up You tell me I’m still a kid, I’ve had enough So I drilled down to my basics, what do I believe in? Got in my head for a minute, felt a journey begin Something unleashed, now the fire’s on It’s not going out I made a plan to become the human you made me doubt I made it to the other side The one you told me not to try I’m basking in that neon light I’ve learned what’s right for me, may be wrong for you Fight with me, try to leave a bruise And I’m not mad about it I just want out of your grip I live a different life I made it on the other side Covered with the battle scars Sorry I won’t be what you dreamed I hope that someday you will see my heart I made it to the other side The one you told me not to try I’m basking in that neon light I’ve learned what’s right for me, may be wrong for you Fight with me, try to leave a bruise And I’m not mad about it I just want out of your grip I live a different life I made it on the other side

I'm still impatiently waiting, mind still impatiently racing Still tryna get to the penthouse, at least we not in the basement At least they nod to my shit now and niggas actually play it And they don't mumble the lyrics 'cause they can't actually say it And I get way to much love to worry bout who hating These dudes racing, not me, I'm too patient Like bar for bar top 3, a true statement And y'all facades not me, you too basic I done earned my stripes three times over like Adidas Now I'm tryna be a millionaire I need to talk to Regis If you think you can out rap me then you need to talk to Jesus Like a long conversation, soul searching, complete it Y'all beefing and don't know what you in it for I'm Eric Burdon boy, you gone think I invented War Watch out who you sending for, 'cause you gone get bad results Cause my flow ballistic and I ain't talking bout catapults I ain't talking bout no gifts when I say I'm nice with this rap flow Got the juice, like I'm a capsule, dragging niggas like a castle When I start to go on tour they buying tickets like a raffle I would do at the moment but it's too much of hassle So for now I'm just gone fall back And stay in school, but when I get home it be all rap Play it cool, y'all Lori Beth you think you all that Kenan and Kel at Good Burger I'm bringing sauce back, and that's all facts But I'm off that, onto Calvin Cambridge Got em dancing like they Ne-Yo, I ain't talking in the matrix Got my songs up in ya playlist, and I'm tryna become the greatest And mixtape is a bank cause now I'm tryna make a statement And I'm the king of these punchlines Beating beats up nigga yeah I fucking punch lines I'm eating beats up you would swear that it was lunchtime And when it comes to Crunch time, I ball like Johnny Unitas and I'm 1.9 We got the littest shit now Oh yeah the sound is hot We taking over ya town So is you down or not? Assortment of Snacks For The Ears was tape of the year 16 I made a statement, 18 I'm making it clear Can't nobody really fuck with the kid We gone run through game, then turn around like look what we did Man check my catalog, don't be goofy, nigga I been dropping gems like Belushi nigga My team going billboard, and we ain't even tryna stunt But you could never be too paid, unless you Donald Trump Presidential shit, I'm facing all this fucking Envy I don't want ya girl, but she can give my nigga Lewinsky If the wallets looking empty, then bank account is healthy If I say I'm self made, that don't mean ain't nobody help me That mean ain't nobody make me, except biologically The only time ya crews at the top is scientology Our sides ain't the fucking same, this isoceles And niggas know I don't play doe, and I ain't Socrates I'm not for beef, it ain't pop before and it ain't popping now Dwayne Johnson teaming up with Doink, bitch I'm rocking clowns Ya time up... matter fact, let me clock you So when the time right, I take ya spot, then I knock you down Keri Hilson, I'm rich bitch, no Paris Hilton Ball like Deron Williams and niggas hate me like Darren Wilson I should be on SNL cause these verses I'm tearing kill em I murk em they stare at ceilings, and it's only one thing for certain, won't spare you feelings So pardon my fucking language Go bump some Venator and get ready for Calvin Cambridge