I guess it's not too late to find another niche (No) Always wished I woulda died when I was 26 (Ah) Laid up in the sheets with a honeydip Not a worry in my mind cause I quit Stressed raps and sounds that make pounds and props Feelin' like I'm bound to these downtown blocks I don't know nobody guwap'd up I'm livin' in a trapped up in the city limits Every minute, lots of shit I never finished I don't even want a little smidgen All these critics try to tell me my music is a shitty gimmick Shit, I'm just spitting for the fuck of spitting I ain't worried about some idiots that caught up in the analytics Never liked the limelight, never was compatible Only press you gettin' outta Ugly is the lateral People too concerned with strictly adding up their capital But dollars are collapsible, so y'all ain't even rational But just to keep my motives in the open Never wanted no exposure, never needed to be noticed Never bothered with promotion, kept the photo out of focus The mental state was humble Though the rhymes was braggadocious Wandered with my hoodie up down narcissistic avenues Vastly captivated, turnin' rappin' into stacking loot But why pursue that gratitude if nothing is a absolute? They aptitude is too acute to navigate my attributes (Yup) But I'm way too impatient to wait For stupid vacant disgraces to wake This the human race and y'all standing in place, it's a waste It's the age of information And all the truth and all the lies Are just there for the taking The temporary and ancient Face it, you're basic Safe and complacent, you'll never escape it Totally okay with being under surveillance This is not praising the foil hats Y'all are obvious monkeys, go crawl back to your bunkers And boil rats for your lunches Shit is too far out of your clutches Your protests and disruptions just confuse all the dunces Anyone with brain function already deduced all your hunches The sky's blue bitch, give me newer assumptions I'm in the Unabomber shack with a Buddha sack 'Cause the rap game's neutered and truly whack 'Cause rappers milk every last drop til' their hooters flat Nursing off the same dead putrefied titty I don't remember tellin' you that you could ride wit me