Hit List

I'm on the hit list but I'm misfit
Fought with my sickness, I'm the witness
Had a slipped disc but I got flipped
Now I spit this then I got fat like a piglet
But I built myself doing chin lifts, yeah

Now I break but I feel like mad man (I do)
In my room alone doing my thing in the back end
Playing hard with a back hand with a head set
Focus on the message then I sleep get all my head rest
Wake up then I get dressed, sitting on my red crest

I just do my thing
Every single day man I'm just proving things
To my own self like I'm stuck in my own Cage
Paying homage to child me of the old days
Looking on my dreams with a bold gaze
Get on my game face on the game days
On a different wave I'm getting sickening from all the listening Innocent as a kid

Now I'm bickering
Maybe I'm a criminal planning funeral for the people in the numeral
You a jack ass also cap that hitting you with the flavor you can't half that
Try to match that still half bad
You can't have that, I'ma full head you a half cat

I don't even wanna hangout anymore
Don't even ask me again I'd breakdown for sure (yeah)
Even on the go I don't like to stand out
People that I meet begging to be sellouts
I'ma keep my stand I will never pretend
Being me in the game I'll forever be same, yeah
You can act out I'ma checkout from that crap
Real is the take you can put me out of map
I'll keep and wrap it safe

I'll be illest in the game living stray life
If you ever lost your mind you can share mine
I'm a man on the mission and it's dead fine
Even if I meet a dead end I would never give in
A little driven for the mission, my life's red lined
Every birthday means a decline, Let me resign before I change mind

Thought I got it my bag but I was so wrong
Tried holding on my thoughts couldn't do it for long
Now I'm here writing songs in my room alone
Hope I'm acting stupid and you're here to prove me wrong
I will find my path and walk past Let me forecast
You'll judge me wearing broad mask
That's your task to... fuckin' broadcast
I may fall sick but I'd never fall back

I'ma do music for my own mood
I'ma buy food and own goods
I'ma throw up maybe blow up always on my shit gotta show up
What's the hold up with the breakups?
I'ma grown up with the kid's heart trynna think smart then I make art and I think hard
Like the Ink Heart, never think map, propstyle with the ink pot

I'm on the hit list but I'm misfit
Fought with my sickness I'm the witness (yeah)
Had a slipped disc but I got flipped
Now I spit this then I got fat like a piglet
But I built myself doing chin lifts

Now I break but I feel like mad man (I do)
In my room alone doing my thing in the back end
Playing hard with a back hand with a head set
Focus on the message then I sleep get all my head rest
Wake up then I get dressed sitting on my red crest

I just do my thing
Every single day man I'm just proving things
To my own self like I'm stuck in my own cage
Paying homage to child me of the old days
Looking on my dreams with a bold gaze
Get on my game face on the game days, yeah

I never said

I would never try to find my way back your home
I would rather take these memories 'till I'm gone
Every day I try to let your face fade away
But everything I see makes me feel that you are here
I would never try to find my way back your home
I would rather take these memories 'till I'm gone