Still

Yeah, uh Starring at my future, Knowing that I Made it, knowing I'm the greatest, Knowing I'm ya favorite, yet Somehow I'm still underrated Still underground, still in the Basement, all my feelings jaded I can't even fake it, niggas still hating Still flowing basic, substance still Vacant Product mediocre, I can see the effort It ain't much for sparking Conversation It ain't too persuasive, it ain't too Adjacent To my rhetoric, I'm out the box, Never stuck in spaces Way too complicated, like some Mathematics All my compositions innovative, Fresh like some OJ Keep the bars refrigerated Most of y'alls is outdated, flow Regurgitated Still can't comprehend the genius in My cadence Can't get comfortable, never will I Ever take a hiatus I can outlast, all these MCs Pump ya brakes or you might crash, I'm causing whiplash It's a mismatch, still coming up short, Who ya swinging ya fist at I'm the one you should acknowledge I'm ahead of my class No lies detected like hooked up to a Polygraph yeah