Pro Rappers, Pt. 2

It's feeling like my entire city raps now
So I'm loading lyrical choppers at they ass, blaow!
Put a red dot on they nose 'cause they class clowns
We been chasing the vision without none of it mapped out
And I ain't backed down from none of it yet
I keep it cocky like I'm holding a tech, you know what you get
You speak with respect if you got my name in your mouth
And no matter who coming next, I'ma stay holding it down, wow
My goal since 2011 was to kill the competition
Now I'm competing with friends 'cause we all know we gotta get it
I surround myself with people only focused on winning
And then we stay eating, it's almost like we live in the kitchen
They told me hit it out the fences, only gave me half an inning
So I'm shitting on anyone tryna get between my business
Got me laughing at your chatter, where I go they follow after
Ain't need no degree for this I'm a professional rapper

Catch me peace sign holding, often it's a barter for the talk
Stick, I hold and hold the silence, 'cause I only speak to martians
So and so
Earth tones on my flesh, swing my legs, plant my sandal sole
Looking at the canvas of the sky turn to cantaloupe
Orange light my face up in the dark, clock that night shift
Still growing, thumb down on my forces, do the Nikes fit
Why the music taking you so slow is been a crisis
Cleaning out the pipe, tap the screen like a stylus
Fashion all the pieces, I should frame my life a puzzle
With the chemistry that end defeat when breaking up a huddle
Big dreaming from a kid that start to grow again
Had to switch the name up at the bottom of the spine, that chapter closing in
And I think I'm 'bout to go pro if I hold the mode I'm going in, in
Y'all been chilling, sandals by the door
I got damsels that support who know this rapping is a sport

I am the mind behind your favorite rapper
I designed it, they became it after, finna evade disaster
By becoming a great, I got rappers running in place, write the verse
Then crumble the page, because of me, heard my verse and learned
It wasn't a game, the words affirmed, I pick up the pace, I'm the curse that gets you plays
From birth to further on, I'm great, you're just okay
You are not all that you may seem, you call me out then praise me
But I'll calm it down, that ain't me, I'm eighteen, the stakes seem high
But I ain't phase me, why, I got the A-team waiting by my side
And I ain't wasting time erasing rhymes or taking time, no
We take over time zones, turn rappers to John Doe's
And live in our mom's home, but
Are these dudes who the pros are? You make beats, oh, you Mozart?
You got fake beef? Oh, you so hard, it's amazing you got no bars
And you can't sing, that's so odd, you ain't king and you no god
You got big rings and your shows large, but all in all you got no heart, I'm done

Spent time with my head in the sand
Did some dirt and now I'm washing my hands
They wanna tell me move over, but the quote isn't a thought in my head
I'm only stopping when I drop and I'm dead
The long summer had me contemplating, I love arguments, hate confrontation
Debating if I love this shit or if it's obligation
Self-doubt, it had my mind impatient
But I'm a grown man, with my anxieties having altercations
I'm off the ratings, Vans on the pavement
Mind in the basement
Paramedics would have been saying I didn't make it if I wasn't medicated
But thankfully stayed adjacent to greatness, I hit these pages
With the real deal, feeling like the last build'
Shit I'm in the Matrix, I just took the last pill
Rappers make my head hurt, I might pop an Advil
On this track spazzin' 'cause I can't sit my ass still, past real