Already Done

I'm already done With everything going on With every prob reading me I'm a little don with a better pattern, being treated better cause he's not Johns Bigger-brained like I'm grey matter, not a madder hatter, still going strong, and I'm speakin' spirit track, kinda slays, yet it's obscure, if you asking Jay, and with no cure, I'm a poison blade, killing demons, seepin' through they every veins Tuggin' that I'm like a horse's reins I can see all a these lies mane My prominence burns but the fire tame, burn ya tall grass, need to haul ass, if ya seen as anything less than the best, I spend every day, no focus on stress, been upping my grade, by studying less and writing some more I'm eating these lyrics no vore(what?) I'm leaving a stained divorce(huh?) I say it no shame of course, I buss it no aim hol horse, I still hit my shot yeah These wins no end, must really be plot, yo friends my friend, ain't slimy they snot, got melanin skin and some beautiful locks, was raised this way, I'm learning a lot, my worth, my wage, is one thing I make myself (True) So I shouldn't hate myself (Nah) I cannot degrade myself (True) No feeling I hate to tell(Hell nah) I'm already done already done I'm already done already done (yeah) I'm already " Okay, on some cocky, intricate flowing, real type shit, uh, and if you're confused by that just trust the process and give it a second, listen or something, and you'll get it, anyway uh, here's the fun verse, hope you enjoy the shit Feel like Dhalsim on this god damn track I provide bars and bars like Iroh and Zuko Picked up my pad sought a new flow, Revved up my speed like some nitrous And I must succeed like a white chick As proceed like I'm Mac, got a pot a greed, on the low key, I got two chickpeas that would likely suck d, if you want a piece of me, then you must knock me, hun Respectfully though Imma bend her shit just like Magneto Hair red Garudo Cause I love them frecks, Quan Chi, my new hoe Shawty love, Gambino, but I need a glove for the love, cause that man in the mirror is insecure JK cause the dick ain't short, Muhfucka and the pull game sure Ain't on sucka shits life's a chore But it won't be mine no more I can say I wanna die what for I can f*ck a hundred brainless whores, Fitty cents in the candy store Titty bits in my mouth oh lord Got a robot flow to score, oh wait shit, I'm already done With everything going on, with everything going wrong, with little things like a shitty planner, word to Indiana this is Notre Dame, you know f*ck it nigga end the song, I'm already done (please, f*ck)