My Life

[Wiki - Verse 1:] My life's a song , nah, a sitcom Just goes on and on no direction Just a theme song in my head on repeat I need to keep calm Before i freak out Can't complete it I couldn't conceive the grievance Something I ain't seen Need to write me off the second season Got him some sort of disease Or had some other actor take my part for cheaper I could not believe it You would do him dirty like sneakers In the mud, what the fuck was the reason? I was sick but wasn't hеaving Had no heavy breathing, wasn't bleeding It was in my head in a way you couldn't trеat it Huh? Paranoid, every noise it made him squeamish Had to see rational theme I breeded That my team was schemin' They wanna leave him out of everything they do Yeah, until they need him Something to eat, a place to watch TV, a spot to sleep in They switch the topic when I start to see it Are you my habibi? Or are you a good for nothing rotten heathen? They look at me like, jesus, Wik, when you really start believin'? Looked in the mirror and I start to feelin bad for myself Cause the man I see could be a demon, I ain't- A saint, despite what I be preachin' I fucked, I lied, I cheated, I drank- Til I sank, I tried to beat it but I can't I'm an ant in a colosseum Now I'm a tank to your college thesis Burned it down, started reading scripture But it was Big L - The Big[ger] Picture It was Biggie, it was Christopher that got me through high school Suicidal thoughts got me, I was suicidal Like fuck it though, I'm a piece of shit And right on top of the bucket list, it's nothing, it's- Put me in hell with the other sick fucks that wanted this I know I'm not alone stuck in this, til there's nothing left Went from a lil skipper to a sunken ship Wasn't a fuckin rig, not oil, was blood pumped in him Help myself up, start to boil up again Melted the oven mitt, shit, fell back in love with it [Wiki & Subjxt 5 - Chorus:] What I'm made of! What I'm made of: blood vessels and veins covered with makeup For the sake of the muscles I flex Already thought I was a saint but now I'm comin' direct So ears open, but cover your heads Before you get hit with some shit leave you bloody and red Make some Oxford Brits say, "Oh my days! I didn't know the kid was so bloody well-read!" I don't want your praises, nah, I want money instead And I'm not lazy when I'm layin' up in my bed Cause my mind stays racing comin' up with the next shit And I'm not crazy maybe need to get me some rest, and- (just maybe, uh) [Wiki - Verse 2:] I wanna make ya'll understand what I'm saying When I start with this statement: I love everything on the face of this earth But, for what it's worth, I hate when I stay awake pacing, brain replayin' how they blame him For the way I say some shit, seems like some made-up shit Or make fun of the way I look, my unibrow, the way I spit The way I live, call him Wiki "Frida" The only had the taste for basic shit, they picky eaters Then I face it, ain't no disgracing this just cause they had disdain for it I'm embracing it Got "Ball God" engraved in my handkerchief A mutt: a mix of Great Dane and a Pit But no one wanna go face-to-face with the kid I'm racing with myself, it's Wik v. Wik, see I don't want no part of the lane that you in Cause it's a weird lane that you in, when you lame and you win Shit, I told you on my debut, I was made for this shit Got jokes? I got ghosts You ain't got close, no You? You don't got no dough And even broke? You don't got no soul Sound like a broken record: got no flow Bozo souls Why I get so gone off by 'em? Why's it even worth letting 'em know? Every petty bone in me broke Like the levee letting my thoughts flow free, letting 'em go Flooding all your homes, come for whatever you own All while ending a drought, turned on its head Everything you ever spoke Made you question everything you were told and were pretentious about And that's just the present, though Most never know Flew back from my old-school past, I will uphold Throw out all my old raps, I will not choke Throw him a whole new track, I will unload No matter what it sound like, shit's true rap So no matter what the beat like, it's boom-bap You can excuse yourself but you can't excuse facts, zooted, Everything I know fluidly through rap so ya'll need to stop doing me like that Excluded from the pack, threw him out, but then he threw it right back A boomerang with some boomies and a pack All the cats did him dirty? I'm doing 'em like that straight Don't make the mistake of making Pat mad Cause I will take that dap with yall graced styles with Just as fast as ya'll raised ya'll fists The disrespect Tryna grasp who it is that raised ya'll kids [Subjxct 5] Who the fuck raised ya'll kids!? [Wiki & Subjxt 5 - Chorus:] What I'm made of! What i'm made of? Blood vessels and veins covered with makeup for the sake of the muscles I flex Already thought I was a saint but now I'm comin' direct So ears open, but cover your heads Before you get hit with some shit leave you bloody and red Make some Oxford Brits say, "Oh my days! I didn't know the kid was so bloody well-read!" I don't want your praises, nah, I want money instead And I'm not lazy when I'm layin' up in my bed Cause my mind stays racing comin' up with the next shit And I'm not crazy Maybe need to get me some rest, and...just maybe