Roots

Ask who the illest, i ain't pointing to you, Now you looking confused, Thought that you had a clue, I be the F-Note, the darkest soul in the room. And it's gone be that way till they cross my arms in a tomb, Who, would've known that the tables would fold, Like them boys in the courtroom, trying to go home, I'm just trynna stack my chips, homie leave me alone, Before i break this fucking microphone across ya dome, You never really worked hard, and it shows, Like how you reminiscing dreams, but never speak about goals, This ain't the life that i deserve but it's the one that i choose, So i supposed that i should make the best out of it right? Or should i grab the scythe,And rip you to shreds, Grab a black hoodie and nickname myself Death, Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect. And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest. Then I let it digest Then I let it digest Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest Let it digest, you don't impress me Honestly these emcees is wannabes that's just causing me stress I should load up revolvers and play Russian Roulette like Bang bang bang, now it's none of em left So i guess I'm at the top of it The game is so played out, That i should prolly call it quits But I'm from Chicago on some Obama shit but raised in st. Louis where they bury all kinds of kids. Bitch! Then I let it digest Then I let it digest Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest Got dammit Life it's what you make it If you can manage If you cant take it,least do some damage Make it all count, and make it all worth it Cause once you in the ground Minus well be worthless Nobody is perfect But i am the closest F-Note The Visionary Still stomping roaches Doing what i gotta to get to my millions And i won't stop till it's stacking to the cellion What do i really be on,Water and marijuana Feeling hotter than a sauna ,Goodbye to the summer Hello to the fall ,Hello to the leaf,falling from the tree Just to respond Time is of the essence, You telling me? My sister's almost 9. I can't believe I cannot receive Time flying by my eyes,I cannot blink Or I'll miss a second. Seconds turn to minutes Then it gets reckless.Survival of the fittest To get to my dreams To get to my dreams to to, to get to my dreams To get to my dreams To to, to get to my dreams To get to my dreams To to, To get to my dreams