Verse 1:
-I'm bout to take off
-Break off from my competition
-Turn my shit up so loud
that everybody listens,
-Flow so fluid
That I got the mic dripping
-Spit flames like smog choke em up when they breathe my lyricism
Play this rap game
-feeling like an outcast,
-I outlast anybody who don't make impact
-Outta world bars that make fake niggas step back.
-Mix music diffuse it and watch the world react

-Verbal chemistry commit to the equation
-Sit back, synthesize some music that amazing
-Flip words like backflips
-Gold medal gymnasts
-Couldn't even bend this, to they favor
-And some of y'all claiming that
- I should stay away from rap
-Laughing boy let me take a picture of that
-taking all these moments and editing the negatives
-photographic eyes, correcting all the ignorance

Hook:
It's just an after thought
They just an after thought
You just an after thought

Verse:
They catching a bitch
They lighting a spliff
They just reading a script
So They burning out quick

And I been
Trying to rearrange my position
These lines I wrote
-Remnants of my addiction to my vices
-I'm trying to make this music enticing
-Before I sign away my creative license
-You might think that the reason I'm writing
Is for that fame
-I just want silence
And mental clarity
And y'all niggas
Never payed time to me
So now I'm taking your hublots
And I'm snatching those Rollie's
you claiming that you got two though
So I don't understand
Or maybe I don't know
What the fuck we in for
Like where the fuck this gone go

But really hip hop is acting like a second home
And I'm writing so I can build one of my own
Because besides the word play there's always passion in my songs
So you can you niggas can jump off