I’m pulling up hours early for the plane
Converting to another in Montreal the same thing
Road trips in Portugal a couple hours spent in Spain
Little taste of that life that these people calling fame
I’m spitting out flames, careful don’t mix liquor with my name
So wash your mouth with soap ‘fore you explode and ricochet
Onto heaven, now your really in contact with other saints
Mr. undertaker and my brothers name is Kane, my domain is wwe
Want 64 songs on my album that shit ain’t eazy e
Beats can definitely speak to me, when they do it’s a murder scene
Like police, never keeping safe thats word to Keyz
My safe holds 16 numbers never forget security, holding all my green like cadets
I’m just trynna get it in I ain’t talking bout sex, don’t protect
And then in 9 months come out to see I’m finally next
I keep rocky on the wall as reminders to multiply
University preparation, 2 awards split side by side
I’m still patiently waiting, like they do for my demise
Every time I kill a beat that’s a reason to stay alive
Bunch of fucking rappers, condom wrappers, only getting trapped
Good for a couple other minutes till they get thrown in the trash
Play my guitar riffs, only thing that’s needed to really end that
Finger the strings just like the thing I talked a couple lines back
That’s too bad I’m arrogant
European west side not North American
That’s a quick line to remind you there’s no comparisons
You all too strange like that show with Steve Harrington
Claiming other shades but skin tone missing the melanin
Or missing other premises needed to prove as evidence
Called myself arrogant what the fuck are these menaces
Saying that their solo when it’s clear that other men assist
And then it’s mothafucking “oh look at my wrist, don’t forget to pree the kicks”
And then you ask is there longevity, hopefully that ain’t it
Can’t afford it then you wonder if you can really make a hit
But do the numbers really matter or the talent filled in this?
Or the people engineering, matter of fact shoutout Mike Bliss
Or the ones who do the talking but talking claims innocence
Innocence of taking action but claiming it in a sense
That’s something like 2 faces, on bills and in the cents
A two sided story
Many years in caves so I’m writing my allegory
Interpret how u wanna, there’s levels just like a story
Story of my building, my levels reaching enormous
That’s why I’m standing on the edge, taking the risk, holding my balls, Pacino biz
But when I’m shaking and I’m high man that’s something like turbulence
And these red and blue lights that’s something like ambulance
Man I’m done with all this talking go find me through coordinates