Pop Rap, Hardcore Hip Hop, Boom Bap, Trap, SUCC

Always thinking I know best

Carving chaos into my chest

But I can give it a rest

If it means I can be with you

Yeah, I can give it a rest

Trade my storms for skies of blue

All the shit I've wrecked means nothing

If it doesn't lead straight to you...

I’ve counted the years I’ve wasted

like rust coins in a corpse’s hand.

Every plan I’ve made turns carrion,

gnawing at the marrow of the last.

I dress my excuses in stolen words

They look sharp enough to pass,

They still reek of spoil,

I still feed them scraps.

I don’t miss the old me.

I miss the one I never let exist.

Take a seat, — kid's, — it’s time to get schooled,

In this rap game, — you’re just another fool,

I’m the titan, — the giant, — the king of this street,

While you’re just a shadow, — lost in defeat.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*,

I’m here to expose,

Kids these days, — all they do is play, — I suppose,

Think they run the game, they’re stuck in a phase,

Bouncing on the beats, — can’t handle the blaze.

Sippin' — on their lattes, — scrollin’ — through the feed,

Then it comes to bars, — they just can’t compete,

You’re soft as cotton,

I’m sharp like a knife,

Step into my ring, — STEP! STEP!

(Step into my ring), — STEP! STEP!

Step into my ring, — (STEP! STEP)!

Step into my ring, — STEP! STEP....!