Nothing Nothing It's like they wanna kill my drive, bury my spirit Y the fuck am I alive, if I can't really feel it I swear them bitches getting in my head...sometimes I swear I'd rather deal wit fucking Feds ...no lie No alibi I'm guilty of chasing stars I'm tryna buy a rocket & fly it right n2 mars Crash n2 the#moonwit no headlights I just really need 2 get my damn head right Wit these bars as my outlet Shoulda known it was a curse from the onset But the pleasure when it hits is like God sent Angels disguised as the kicks on my drum set Rapid fire snares is like a hairpin trigga, 4 this rock n roll nigga Circle getting smaller, but my ego getting bigger Known 4 catching feelings while breaking thru glass ceilings Scratch everything u thought u knew Let me introduce u 2... It's like they wanna kill my drive, stifle my progression While I live this lie, a fool am I 2 let em But I'm in this cage, artificial maze That tells me everything's fine, long as u play u game But don't play 2 win, that's a sin Instead just punch the click til the light goes dim Until ur passion feels more like a whim Y would u b u, when u could b like them? Wit these bars as my outlet I've proudly waved my scars since the onset But all my blood, sweat & tears they were God sent Blessings disguised as pressure u know how it gets Love becomes hate & friends they stop responding Lucifer serves the plate, just knowing how bad I'm starving But I can't take the bait, cuz famine is only temporary Tho it's scary, travel wit me down this mind state... R u ready? Have u really met me Have u ever took the time 2 look behind the smile that shows...nothing Maybe if u let me Open up ur mind in time u'll find how much u really know...nothing Maybe u should let me go It's like they wanna kill my drive & savor my flesh.... ......This is not a test I just need a rest...cardiac Til my heart beat in triple time out my chest Fuck a breath, falling outta tempo like u didnt u get the memo Like I ain't been about this shit since I made my 1st demo Six string dreams fuck a triple beam Fuck a scale fuck making bail I'm just tryna cast my sail Fly me 2 the#moonlike Sinatra was banging out beats while niggas was playing contra Always on the job like I'm married 2 mob And if u dnt understand we pry gone b at odds We pry gone b at war so don't ask me what it's 4 When the bombs drop... Cuz patience is a virtue that I dnt got... On borrowed time, but trust I'm still in my prime Stay doper than the rest of em My humblest confession I'm Last of dying, no last of the greats Certified dope since one-nine-seven-eight