Sort This Out

What time does your cleaning woman arrive in the morning?
About nine
Gives you exactly twelve hours. Leave me to sort this out

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I see a hole in the game ill fill it like a cavity
And hopefully one day ill be a king like your majesty
I finally got to putting out cuz all my friends were nagging me
So that what I did I dropped some shit just like its gravity
But I wasn't warned about the instant flux of energy
I might be headed towards a mess of chaos like its entropy
But even if it takes a tape just know that there's no end to me
And save the fake daps when I blow up you aren't a friend of sheed
Or friend of me an enemy and save that shit you're sending me
I came to the game not for the glory it would lend to me
I'm thinking that skill isn't appraised the way you're raised shouldn't equate to pay
So when its made the flow phased I flow in the grave
Nowadays I'm on a mission for the validation
And I need to spread the craft from the mumbled agitation
Even though for now I'm still in mental incarceration
Daunting to know that I might not get the affirmation

Oh great gather around I guess we've got another rapper
A soft ass kid with no reason to go after
The game of rap I don't believe that even he can master
Any functions of the rap shit that'll make it slap... er...
I'm not wrong I'm in no place to decide
That I belong here my high school was private
And if I said I flex then that would be a lie its
Pretty weird that I chose to make this my life
I belong at a desk, I'm slow when I run
I only wear sweats I play golf for fun
And I've never been ran up on I got nothing I'm standing on
And when I buy my chains best believe they come from Amazon
And I don't have hella hoes hell I barely have some
I weasel into clubs and come out getting none
I don't think I'm on top or close to number one
But I have faith that my future's brighter than the sun
Allow me to justify why my flow will touch the sky
A Rap alumni and my skill will quantify
Its rooted in some things I think yall are lacking
I possess a drive and this thing called passion
I study rap I break it down I focus on the lyrics
I want to bring coherence back I know you'll hear it
I'm near it I just need time to fully adhere it I wanna take a new wave by the wheel and steer it
In a brand new direction long ass reflection, I just realized this pop shit needs a partial rejection
I'll try to clear that up let me think of a metaphor
Imagine for a moment you had no idea what you're headed for
Stuck on the same path that you were told you're ready
The same life you've lived that you know it's made steady
But you stopped, cuz something else took the lead
One day you heard a beat and were intrigued so you took the free
And ran with it, and love the poetry
The floetry the most it can be I owed to me
You have a talent so attack it
Find a beat write some shit and make a track its
Kinda foul if you don't then you're a waste
Wouldn't your mental suck knowing you could've been great
But you're not
And no one is pleased
Well I promise you that ain't the story of sheed

Yo Sheed what's up bro, it's Jp. I've been meaning to catch up with you man, we gotta talk sometime
I mean, I just think like I know you've been working over beats and freestyling
And I think that if you're ready to drop something, I mean you got a producer you got everything in line
I think you should just go for it
And you know me man, I'll be gassing that up
Hell, maybe I could even get a feature or something
But anyways, seriously you should go for it
I know that you can drop some hard shit so, just let me know
We gotta catch up
See yah man