Thoughts Racing (Intro)

Now it's been a minute since I came with real shit Bend you over and f*ck how you feel shit I just been whipping the pot in the kitchen cause I'm just tryna seal a deal, shit If you don't know me already you best get familiar cause I'ma blow real quick Ha, yeah I'ma blow real quick My life, homie you are on a field trip So I'm showing up before shows Backstage rolling up just to cope Cause my life's so fucked up I don't know What to do besides puff this weed with my crew What you talking bout all these flows are brand new All these hoes, I brought two I'm kidding, if my girl's listening then know I'm glad I got you, uh And that's true, what the f*ck would I do Without everybody who held me down, I've become so attached to So I'm up late and my thoughts racing Another studio session in my basement Setting words in stone like a mason This is history in the making (bitch) Just creating, I won't stop, like I got no control First album got the game in a choker hold And broke its nose now how am I supposed to cope, huh Answer that, matter fact nah, you just talking whack For the love of God, like a scripture tat I keep getting stepped on like a welcome mat F*ck that, I heard the beat and then I ran it back 7 CD's I can fit in the lac So there's not room for yours throw that shit in the trash, uh I'm too ignorant I don't give a shit you idiots, I deliver it The farthest thing from illiterate Who you know who's as sick as this I could care less who my critics is Who you know who's as infamous Judge another man, shit's ridiculous So sometimes I barely feel human Like my life is just an illusion So I speak to you through my music Look at everybody I influenced Like how you motherfuckers doing May be broken, but far from ruined The calm before the storm's brewing So confusing, am I losing? Back then I hardly even thought twice But this shit keeps me up at night My head is fucked, but that's alright Lemme show you what my life's like