Lately

Losing touch Losing sense And lately I been a mess I know I ain't the best But I ain't like the rest And it's in my interest To try and get outta here Got demons n a lotta fear And I caught Em near Lookin at the stratosphere Ask is it worth my status here To throw the fastest spear At thoughts I should adhere Been having panic attacks If i say different then it's a cap Should be feeling off the map But I watch it fade to black I'm caught in the trap Nah it's hard to run it back When your tires flat And nobody got a jack My life is a lotta that And f*ck a lotto stack One day it's gotta crack Bitch I got a lot to stack If we're counting problems You ain't gonna top them Need Batman and Gotham If you think you can stop them And I'm about to be a father Because I never did bother To wrap my dick all proper Now we have an offer To conduct the opera Living till they shot ya Down here king take ya crown Grab my hand I'll take ya round The streets are my playground This the posters you take down Because he's got all fake sound Real big till you catch a k round But we don't talk bout that We don't talk about straps Or peeling back caps Nah man f*ck all that Let me tell you that real shit That How you really feel shit Show you how to get real rich Money hustle money hustle Get yo feathers ruffled My bag is a fuckin duffle You pick up the rubble Don't talk to me bout trouble Because I'm why it doubles It ain't elbows or no knuckles Nobody on my bus though You fucks live in the pen But my independence Is in what my pen hits