Trying to write a rap but I can't find a pen
Searching the worlds end and I never pretend
Any facet of this vast imagination
The son of Satan, just waiting for him to break-in
I'm making the time, taking what's mine
Your hateness aligns my escape through the blinds
I ain't faking the shine cause you know we keep it poppin'
Ain't no stoppin', cause failures not an option
We mob colossus, music fueling up the rockets
I'm not your hot list but mothafuckas knows I got it like
Sickle-Celled sermons to entertain the masses
Even I could see that behind shattered glasses
The pimp's bad bitch, whose life seems the most savage
The most damaged with no hope to float manage
I'm an artist so I guess I'm an attention whore
Find me on the Instagram or your local record store
You expectin' more? What else do you want from him?
Beam inside his mind so you know just what the target is?
Pry the mic out his hands out his damn sarcophagus
You here to claim his soul, then just say it with some confidence