Trendsetter

I ain't ever been a trendsetter But Id be damned if I do not try out my hand and Try to make myself better And I will write for my fans when I am that man But for now I'm a go-getter I'll give a taste of my brand like only I can Like I got a vendetta If I aint raise, bitch I been better I may be out of comfort But I am so in my zone (Comfort zone) When I am dropping these verses But catching whatever I'm thrown (Throne) Like what Im sitting on When I am rippin on all of these verses of gold And now y'all hittin my phone (But don't worry) You're never getting the tone (I call back) Came from the dirt, got out that Then I fucking jumped to the scene, how bout that? (Hop out) Was falling in a pit, like a bull (Pitbull) I fight back Think of how I got on the screen despite that Kinda was scared to be seen but strike that Now when I spit they scream like tight rap Singing its sweet when you seen my sight set So you know I swear like a sword I slice that Talking to myself a lot Trynna think aloud In this parking lot Have I got the balls To try to make the shot Or will I clip the side And then miss the pot All the insecurities creep above I know I shaved this morning But I missed a spot And to be blunt, im not razor sharp But when you short my fuse Is when you lit the spark Now I got my sides torn, cried for him Inspired to stride forward, I stored My verbal fireworks, I swore that I would light worlds with my words Times up, right click, fast forward Frozen, lights on, crowd roars Scream but my cords wont work Like a tight rope, slide curl, I choke In my head, maestro When I spit, hear em say "nice joke!" When I get on the mic, psycho Then it clicks, I broke in my home Who is it, think I see my clone Why is he, standin up so strong? In my head, tellin me, that throne I thought I, had is a, bygone Funny my, brain is a, cyclone So much I'm drumming with my bones If I am giving up my soul Tell me why do I feel so strong? Now you wonder why these words I spew Go right through you Im lookin down a birds eye view And every single fucking road I view Splits in two But these bills stackin up That's a paper view (Pay per view) Paper I view from my side mirror When I walk the rope Im a live wire Empire strikes back if I die here I been born to survive here Don't wanna get money, Id rather get brain So I guess I'm making sense (Cents), hah Yeah I strike funny, gotta pick lanes Still feelin on offence (A fence) And when I've fallen off the charts, BOB from his flat earth I'll keep on living in their hearts, No end to the chapter