Surrounded by these digits all these fucking basic bitches Try to crowd around up in my space my drugs replacing riches Television witness now they're getting entertainment My constituents ain't missing so I hate to hear complaining No one getting pardoned all you fuckers disregarded Boutta bust up out the prison getting framed for smaller charges Taking twenty maybe life in just a day of selling skunk While the opposition got permission well that fucking stung Cutting up powder I never encounter A product of loud when my product is louder Loading up bullets they're lacking the trust A couple of years in the back of the bus The person I wanna be and one I gotta be Two different people I'm mixing the prophecy All of my secretive demons they follow me Pounding my skull open want a lobotomy Rapping avoid all the work That I'd do later but I make it first I don't hear shit when they throw that shade No I ain't bouta die when they load that blank Hurting myself till the moment I drop Curdle my blood when I'm hoping to stop I don't like you and you don't like me But I've done way more than you at nineteen Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out Later I'll return to earth When states of consciousness revert Under all the weather but my role as an aggressor I'm the god and token of the west they know my name as Zephyr I don't like the faking shit so we don't ever ride together Cause you ain't that true about it you succumbing to the pressure I'm a loner you're a poser but I'm sensing the oppression Running out of fucking victims and ya saw me there I'm guessing Kick me while I'm down you say I'm but an easy target Got a problem with addiction so I tend to be bombarded They say they gonna make that bread When I make my bread I'll remain content But I don't move back when I take a step Lemme go on top in a straight ascent We say we're boutta change up rap Wanna sold out show where's the paper at Wanna move up soon like space and tab When I say I'm the best I've been claiming that Hanging barely I'm sedentary Game cat and mouse like Tom & Jerry I speak for people like an emissary Still chosen first ain't the secondary Buckle the belt but I've broken the clasp The fame and the money is outta my grasp Do I feel better when I'm writing raps Or do I feel better when I go relapse Can't hear a thing all the smoke's so loud Tripping out in outer space now I'm feeling zoned out Later I'll return to earth When states of consciousness revert