Cinderblocks

We used to steal rims and drop their car on cinderblocks

Now I steal fire, and drop rhymes with cinder thoughts

I turn any studio booth into a tinder box

And swipe left on any negative inner thought

I'm not a philosopher, I'm just a critical thinker

I'm not a rapper, I'm just a rhyming middle finger

Addicted to these bass kicks, addicted to these snare drums

Dissing rappers is basic, I hold the mic like a bear hug

Eros was born out of chaos, I was born to slay all

The devil don't take a day off he want me on his payroll

Follow Paulo's Path till it payoff, god never say no

I think this world want my heart so I fatality Kano

Never had writer's block, my baby bottle had draino

I'm probably just a shadow in that cave with Plato

I swished the earth through a black hole with a hook shot

I seen everything in this world, except a good cop

Paulo's path and I'm running red lights