All I ever wanted

All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I ever wanted, wanted, wanted, yo
All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I, all I, all I, go

All I ever wanted to do was rap
Industry fell into a trap
I thought, I was through with this rap
Hard to maneuver around this manure
I'm feelin' like all of these kids ruinin' the rap
Nobody talkin' hip hop and I'm fluent in that
Sayin' you better is abusing the facts
And in fact, if you listen to me
The equivalency is abusin' the smack
They say, I'm tight and ironically
I just let loose on a track
Regardless of who's on the track
I drop a deuce on the track
If I hear autotune, I'm chucking deuces on that
Let me do reintroduce you to rap
If you're like me then your heart doesn't beat, shit boom baps
Fuck mainstream, that's where the coons at
This for sedgwick ave where the womb at
They don't care about the craft but I fine tune mine
Sittin' back thinkin' to myself
I'ma make in due time
In the meantime beats on rewind
Pens on phenom
I hear a lot of barking on the mics but they're felines
Now get to the behind 'cause these niggas
Relyin' on beats to carry their nursery rhymes, rhymes

All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I ever wanted, wanted, wanted, yo
All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I, all I, all I, go

All I ever wanted to be was cold as O'shea
Get up on a beat go OJ
And I accept that, I ain't never been good at anything except rap
But I took a step back 'cause I felt that
I was getting too old even though
The flow iller than Kim Jun and then some
But the outcome when there's no income
Is reality hittin' you like a kick drum?

J, true story
I remember it like it was yesterday, right?
I'm down to like my last 40 dollars or whatever in my count
And instead of buying papers for my daughter
My dumbass run out
And bought a fuckin' beat instead (if you see, you know that's quite boy)

All I ever wanted to do was write the tightest flows
My M.O. was show foes, I am cold enough to leave microphone froze
I don't want fame, gimme the credit word to fico
'Cause with a mic I go, white boy with a rifle psycho
Motherfuckas know the threat, I pose
When I get in my zone
When that mic's on, I get my Mike on
Pick one Tyson Jordan
No Jackson, I didn't come to play with you kids
Black Adam Lanza with a felt tip
Diss me and get dealt with
Ya all came for fun, I came to kill shit
I live that HIP to HOP the new HOV
Basically, niggas don't deserve to occupy the same space as me
Motherfuckas ain't running the same pace as me
I would do this for no monetary gain
Like this ain't a motherfucking game for me, aim for me
I'll give ya all that work, like nine to five's ain't for me
So thankfully this the outlet, I chose or rather the outlet chose me
So I'll proceed to OD verbally
While ya all spit that hyperbole
Since a young nigga, it occurred to me that

All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I ever wanted, wanted, wanted, yo
All I ever wanted to do was rap (do was rap)
All I, all I, all I, go, go