Thoughts Racing (Intro)

Now it's been a minute since I came with real shit
Bend you over and fuck how you feel shit
I just been whipping the pot in the kitchen cause I'm just tryna seal a deal, shit
If you don't know me already you best get familiar cause I'ma blow real quick
Ha, yeah I'ma blow real quick
My life, homie you are on a field trip
So I'm showing up before shows
Backstage rolling up just to cope
Cause my life's so fucked up I don't know
What to do besides puff this weed with my crew
What you talking bout all these flows are brand new
All these hoes, I brought two
I'm kidding, if my girl's listening then know I'm glad I got you, uh
And that's true, what the fuck would I do
Without everybody who held me down, I've become so attached to
So I'm up late and my thoughts racing
Another studio session in my basement
Setting words in stone like a mason
This is history in the making (bitch)
Just creating, I won't stop, like I got no control
First album got the game in a choker hold
And broke its nose now how am I supposed to cope, huh
Answer that, matter fact nah, you just talking whack
For the love of God, like a scripture tat
I keep getting stepped on like a welcome mat
Fuck that, I heard the beat and then I ran it back
7 CD's I can fit in the lac
So there's not room for yours throw that shit in the trash, uh
I'm too ignorant
I don't give a shit you idiots, I deliver it
The farthest thing from illiterate
Who you know who's as sick as this
I could care less who my critics is
Who you know who's as infamous
Judge another man, shit's ridiculous
So sometimes I barely feel human
Like my life is just an illusion
So I speak to you through my music
Look at everybody I influenced
Like how you motherfuckers doing
May be broken, but far from ruined
The calm before the storm's brewing
So confusing, am I losing?
Back then I hardly even thought twice
But this shit keeps me up at night
My head is fucked, but that's alright
Lemme show you what my life's like