Sh!t Rmx

Aye Lawd, aye Knowledge, nigga Spending money on these hoes Nigga you ain't fucking shit Spending money on these hoes Lawd [Verse 1] I Know my position I'm poised to point out I'm past important I'm pretty sure my intentions pure as a priest and pastor Egregious bastard that's never seen, but I seem to capture Sleeping slumber something cumbersome, I come and slaughter them Saw the mountain top I reach the peak, and still I plead the fifth Pleased to meet myself, it's nice to make my own acquaintance nigga Came out, saw and conquered Confidence is through the fucking roof A lucid dream I like to live, I base it off the honest truth Bitch I be taking you way back Giving you literal pay back Like take that with a new flow For the few dope In a four door What they don't know Is I goes in But it will show And they all froze And the four all With a good plan But a new time And I need space I alleviate for this leniency My levels are up where they need to be And I only focus on progress With no pretense And I can't judge I won't give up Push past pain, I'm in the fast lane I can't stop, nor [?] But these rappers' slides are ridiculous and derivative This regurgitation is quite amazing You ain't the same to enjoy the same That Monday monotonous With no common sense, but these compliments That poor cadence, won't you change it Been too brainless, that's my opinion This pen and document anything that I ever think and that's detrimental Sinning away, you in love with the pace And the pain is the most, for the sake of the track With the vibe that I bring, and I swear to protect I punch your lungs with punctuation, pronunciate and I paraphrase paragraphs But my language aristocratic Combative, I'm at this shit like an addict With extra additives added Inside my daily routine I'm serene when seen with a sedative [?] Perhaps I'll snap and attack the psychiatrist trying to conversate, talking about my past "What do you think that you lost and recall the emotions that you have repressed" Tell me all your sins, I want to hear them I'm just trying to help You gotta open up, can't be selfish so please explain yourself I'm, a young sociopathic sin serenader Sedated, save with this lyrical love of label But later I learn intellectual lessons The dissertation for sure, kinda sore With the extra essence I effortlessly enunciate Mentally I'm unstable, emotionally I fluctuate Force the flows to facilitate Censorship not incorporated You reap what you sow, so in other words that's reciprocation Feeling I supply sophisticated, call it fisticuffs Physical altercation, I suffocate with my energy I've attracted the elegance necessary to supersede I can't succeed by seeking the deeper meanings of life I live a meager one, personally the way I prefer Mercilessly murder and mutilate I melodically communicate, the coup d'état My cross to bear's a lower self esteem Assume positions to submit and quit It's praises to the king, I'm cleaning house I'm numb, as cold as they come Accustomed to destitution Broke the mould while most of these motormouths were conceived They can see what [?] of my keen ability to adjust It's uppercuts for clusterfucks I function barely fair enough My fear is falling if I attain what I work to receive Then I recede, the [?] regresses if I haven't progressed I'm just a shell of myself A deficiency of determination Mostly motivated by major mistakes that I have made Was drastically affected by separating myself See I choose to do this alone I refuse to accept assistance You think material wealth and I pray for my mental health I had hopes that Jehovah could hear me I fail my test and assignment He's given me many talents for that I should be appreciative Instead I ignore it and only focus on the negative responses and the comments Fuck that I'm givin' a masterpiece Make the rest of them mad at me Said I'm one of the realest to do it I mean it my nigga well actually No faculty distracting me, lawd [Verse 3] All these, niggas, rap a, 'bout a, life they, know they, never, lived I don't, give a, fuck I, never, have and, swear I, never, will Tell 'em I'm the sickest I sit in sin and repent I'm the illest of illustrators Originator of deprecation is the foundation Face the facts, I fast for the hell of it Help the hold on reality Realistically rationin' Rappin' circles around 'em Content with killin' contemporaries Necessary verbal assault And they so illiterate I'm literally livid they livin' minus literacy But I'm mindin' my bidness So motherfuck 'em, I'm adios I don't know about monetization or making money off this I author the truth and I work so the rest'll fall in place Said that I'm bringing the real in We do not care about feelings I’m making a financial killin You people have got to be kidding The way that I do it is different Me and my niggas not givin' in Positionin' myself to be one of the greatest of all time And the rhyme is like an idea Nigga, I fear no man breathin' I stay breachin' these limitations I won't stop, still going crazy Can't be touched, just realize that it's not surprisin' I'm this good [?] Cobain my inspiration Played "Nevermind" in my infancy like damn