The Chronicle

Now they saying it's insane Why they calling me insane? It's the chronicle of my life It's the chronicle of my life Now they saying it's insane Why they calling me insane? It's the chronicle of my life It's the chronicle of my life I'm in a time where time flows through all things Yeah it's the future why it sound surreal I mean of all things Why say that for real? So many second guesses So many ways to feel But now I'm the building my time piece is brilliant, huh That's why I bring it up Pull it up, yeah snap it There ain't no cap, bitch There ain't no ceiling that I cant hit Ain't a limit to this shit Yeah, I aim to make millions, but not off of this It's only one of the things on my list I'm in a window tinted flying down the sparkway With my gang in the whip, uh Famed by my fit, uh Thang by the zip, uh In my crosshairs, the future caught up in my aim Know I've been scouting from afar took this album years to make Hope it was worth it Respect is earned, bitch If you don't know that You've got plenty to learn, then Yeah, guess this is one of those tracks That I can spit from the first bar to the last line, they mad Cause they claiming my experiments ain't nothing but rap You ain't changing nothing boy, at least those rhymes ain't whack But damn the beats kinda slap Lemme remind you of that If the mixing solid too, then run it back for me stat And tell me straight to my face What about this ain't gas If it's a valid critique you know I'm up to the task To better myself, uh Get off my cellphone, but Ninety percent of my screen time Is notes, writing quote-on-quote "weak rhymes" Meet my sweet nine Resorting to violence but The flow so hot I don't need irons Talk about flattening a curve I'm curling close to a curvy bitch I call it a nervous itch Daily little devil on my shoulder with no angel to look over Changing more than the weather but getting colder with time Aging like a wine that's several winters old I'm running close to end of the story like a star slowly dying away A supernova or Time running thin like grains in a glass Won't stop until my flask runeth over Yeah my mask slipping quick when the lyrics almost over Yeah that's when I start kick it into overdrive, huh Yeah my time machine is on another vibe, huh Compare me to who? In what universe am I that guy, huh? Don't say these types of things around me Might delay another year, keep developing my ear If I sound too much like the shit you always hear Then I haven't done my job there goes employee of the— uh Nah this shit ain't bi-monthly It's day by day, uh Night by night I conquer my fears, here's the play by play BK and Queens, went to the suburbs, where I made my name Now they saying all this fame is just insane, huh Now they saying it's insane Why they calling me insane? It's the chronicle of my life It's the chronicle of my life Now they saying it's insane Why they calling me insane? It's the chronicle of my life It's the chronicle of my life