Break fast
I'm coming for the eggs and bacon
With a plate of planets
Appetite the realist
I get hungry for the green niggas surviving off of spinach
Agent 4 7 the way I kill it
Out of time Im desperate for minutes
Fighting through my writers block mashing the b button
Normally a player like myself would win and keep thugging
Charge my meter for the finisher but I couldn't get the sequence right
Napping on my raps niggas barely need to sleep at night
Tired of my current hustle
Stronger than my current struggle
Boiling my conscience you can see my pain inside the bubbles
I spit the knowledge niggas never wanna seek it
The way they keep me hidden like I'm one of vickis secrets
I stay low
Laying at the same elevation
As the earths core
Cooking up this heat for the winter but I'm so cold
Putting on a fresh pair of timberlands
Skinny jeans yankee hat your boy so menacing
And it's probably worth mentioning
That I'm coming with bars so get ready for your sentencing
Cliche
Wrote this bouta month ago ain't finish it
Black metaphor
With these black metaphors
Drive on Honda Accord
With an XLR cord and Neumann microphone
That I hardly can afford
Brokest hungry rapper ever I'm coming for the award
With no album on the shelf I still got a lot store
Focused on my competition
I've been tripping
Not many in my position
Always been the shit without no pot to piss in
Clock is ticking
Tryna put a stop to all my opposition
Niggas extinct
Killer instinct
But this ain't no game
I put my practice in the dojo
See the way you kick it your technique is ehh so so
Check all my credentials from the jump
Mama never raised a punk
But I know how to raise up so a nigga don't get jumped
Scoped you on the gram suckas claim they making mad noise
Punk the only Draco that you've ever known was malfoy
Hood magicians
Abra kadabra with all your street cred
On a Kroger shelf is the only way that you'll see bread
I stay low
Laying at the same elevation
As the earths core
Cooking up this heat for the winter but I'm so cold
Putting on a fresh pair of timberlands
Skinny jeans yankee hat your boy so menacing
I'm a 7 1 6 representer
You can barely get lunch and I'm over here eating dinner
My city been breeding killers
But me I'm only a spitter
I never adopted labels just to be a contender
But I'm in the running
These cats claiming they up next but we don't see em coming
They drop their little sing alongs yea you might see us humming
But that's to keep up the impression that you winning
Losers never see the finish all they reach is the beginning
Been recording in my closet space
Tryna give this art form all it takes
Vampires around me tryna raise the stakes
I've been at a change of pace
Mama told me I should say my grace
Sit down wash my hands and finish off my plate
Listen to these nay sayers
Punt fakers
Despite the type of molding they choose they can't make us
But I'm a live example of flesh that loves saves us
Am I a hypocrite if I say I that I hate haters
I'm toward the last stretch
For those who never had cents
Allow me to fill up your change purse with all my past rent
Can't make heads or tails
Of this hell they got my ass in
Making donkeys out of all my homies while they laughing
I stay low
Laying at the same elevation
As the earths core
Cooking up this heat for the winter but I'm so cold
Pulling out a fresh pair of timberlands
Skinny jeans yankee hat your boy so menacing