TYPEBEAT!

I got an excuse to crash out bitch I've always been an artist It's been losses from the start I put in my two cents regardless Keep my intentions honest, revolutionary insurrection artist When I speak I never posit, I just spit and cash deposits I keep dreaming of a moshpit But I'm working MP3s not lossless So when a white boy talks shit I'm boxing Reckless abandonment, locked in to a pattern for management Maybe the reason I keep doing drugs is cuz when I'm without em I'm stammering Hands clammy, damn standards, set myself down when I gotta be up Get a damn grammy say it's for my family But I know it's just for lust, greed, gluttony Freedom from the things undercutting me Deep sums pay a bitch just for living me Crazy how my fans wanted sum for free I always sung for free, now I sing for the love the peace Diamond rings weren't much to me so I got a bitch like the sun the leaves The feeling couldn't be more pristine I'm drunk f*ck it up run from me Why'd they fucking run from me I ain't ever make a type beat I've been cooking steaks with the greens Raising stakes building up heat and pressure like sous-vide 30k over on my tires I'm a Michelin Star on deliveries Old head look like a kid to me Who gon ever f*ck it up like me? I got an excuse to crash out bitch I've always been an artist It's been losses from the start I put in my two cents regardless Keep my intentions honest, revolutionary insurrection artist When I speak I never posit, I just spit and cash deposits I keep dreaming of a moshpit But I'm working MP3s not lossless So when a white boy talks shit I'm boxing Reckless abandonment, locked in to a pattern for management Maybe the reason I keep doing drugs is cuz when I'm without em I'm stammering