By the Edge of Dawn

Searching backwoods for a sentence Nightmares moving timid They ain't seen nothing like this in a minute Move different What I slip in my logo on the linen Can't even roll a L I'm always focused on the winning I was born a griffin Fly nigga but I'm lion hearted Heart departed smoke till nauseous I don't need yah tonic Who the target I'm an artist Cross the line I get to drawing turn yah skin to garment Can't even a beg a pardon Handouts foreign to my state of mind Get too close then you prepare to die You must not have read the signs Got gorillas in this tribe leave you on a vine Thinking it's a game until we slide you don't want these rides F*ck the world do what I want I never need a Plan B Get some top before I go I think she overstand me Only focused on the dough I'm sleepin' in the pantry We need that bread lettuce cheese you think we movin' sammies I'll do it gladly for the right price Punchlines and hooks you think it's fight night when I arrive I touch the mic and dreams die think I'm that Freddie guy Put me in a room with other types then it's dinner time And I'm feastin' Boy a beast and Watch them retreatin' One day they want beef next day vegan One day they want smoke next day treatment They ain't seein' demons unless they dreamin' Think I'm Bruce Willis with the ones I be with While I'm taking shots who think is playing defense While they throwin' rocks I'm surviving in the deep end Sleeping with the sharks they've been dying for a reason give me something Voices in my head won't let me sleep cant put 'em back to bed Things that I said messages unread Tangled in the threads life that I weaved juggling my dread Overthinkin' dead Rather smoke a blunt instead Happiness elusive, thoughts intrusive got me thinking they inclusive dreams that I had turning into nuisance Throw 'em on the pad to formulate the blueprint Reasons why I do this I ain't get the new shit (Dey Say) Who this new kid going off No cherry bomb Demon in the fog He Salmonella raw (Dey say) Send 'em back to god They menopause Hit 'em wit dat flow that'll make em go shimmy shimmy yah Back to reflection 'member times in The Weston *bleep name* in the section he would slide for protection Pies in possession tryna hide the connection Throwin' bullets outside realized he wasn't destined Taking shots told son pass the fifth No pacifist Won't be another after this I'm Lazarus Called yah shooter met him off computers he been rapping since Acting goofy think that life a movie it could wrap up quick Realest in the game came for no facades better act yah age or I'm pulling cards like the winning draw Stigma in the way think you gotta play better hold yah hand or I'm saying grace Dinner on my plate Who this new kid going off No cherry bomb Demon in the fog He Salmonella raw (Dey Say) Send 'em back to god They menopause Hit em wit dat flow that'll make em go shimmy shimmy yah No apprentice We all in it Mean business This is authentic Bar fences And park benches Talking malt liq'n No don sipping Hard living Teflon the linen we carved from We been different You ain't in this league Main stream don't know yah team Waiting on a handout playa this ain't no Micky D's Drive thru playas don't mind you They dying to dine you sicker than Swine Flu but you my food Handle my biz like a briefcase No relay I send yo lil ass for some cheesecake It's my cheat day Money out my pocket yo profit you ain't return that Moving off opinions it's sickening you better learn facts This ain't competition I'm winnin' I'm on my third lap Sipping like boy you earned that trophy look like a bird bath Breakfast for dinner Complex full of sinners Dressed for the winter Complex for beginners Homestretch playing show and tell survival of the winners Play the block like they Stringer Bell, thugs turn to singers Remember days it was ramen noodles - rice and ketchup Now steak on the wake up diet still get my cake up WHAT Took a dub One is not enough One ah one I get love from the slums to da burbs off the curb got my worth from the mud Get my words from the worst I was birthed from the gun Lava lamps for the feeling Bob Dylan on repeat Stuck to the ceiling light revealing nothing sweet Got a taste of my freedom now the hunger running deep Problems ain't petite swear this test ain't for the weak Vindication for the vigilant Dedication and some dilligence Recipe for greatness what I'm building with Got more drive than a dealership They think I'm dealing shit Almost lost my life just to be legit I peep'd the script had to come up out my element Let the paper burn slow show ain't nothing raw as this I had to step out to chase the progression I was wasting aggression Now it's patience for breakfast Nigga