The Mind Of Unown

I just phone
Home, yes I'm
Just wandering
On my own

Give me the
Damn fucking
Keys, I don't care
If I'm that blown

Sick to my
Stomach I'm
Feeling so
Nauseous

I'm texting
Her off and
Then on, cuz
I'm cautious

Bitches don't
Want to
Know me
Cuz I'm savage

I ain't
21, but
Guarantee
That I manage

I stick to
My lane
And I never
Creep out

If I ever
Take shots
Bet your bitch
Ass bleeds out

Heads
Screwed on
Backwards, my
Bolts are all loose

Mixed it
With Jameson
Mary Jane, and
Grey Goose

Crossing you
Over, my
Words are
Like Kyrie

I'm maneuvering
Shifting
The offense
So blinding

I called a
Pick-roll
Then I ooped
It to Bron-Bron

Yea leading
The East, yea
That vision
Is far gone

Counting my
Demons,
Getting rid
Of my blessings

The way
That I act got
The audience
Guessing

I'm humble
When need be
But bitch
Don't insult me

And I swear
I'm no liar
Yea you better
Not fault me

Embracing
My future, yea
You better
Move over

Or at least
Make some room
Cuz the game
Needs a soldier

I'm a worker
By day, but
Assassin
By night

And I bet
You still
Wondering how
I'm still polite

Take you
People back
When I was
Turning 23

C that's only
Been some years
But bet the plan
Is still pristine

Had a vision
I met Soul and
Then he asked
To see my blog

Called Top
Right there
"ay I found the
Missing cog"

Got a deal
Right there,
In a month
I did a tour

Then I woke
Up in a year
And fuck I'm
Turning 24

Told you fucking
Once it's hard
Here living as
UNOWN

Crack a bottle
Grab a friend
And hey enjoy
The fucking show

Got that check
Like NIKE
You can bet
That I'm elite

I don't know
What's worse
Than losing, I don't
Do well with defeat

Climbing the
Mountains I'm
Trekking through
Snow storms

And I'm not
Good with
Weird, but I know
That I'm not norm

I'm cleaning
The gutters, and
I'm draining
The pipes

Yea I might
Need a
Cleanse,but
Resisting I fight

Clack-clack
Boom the arena
Starts to rumble

And after hearing
KDot's track, yea it's
Got me feeling humble

Not complacent with
My status, but still don't
Want the fucking throne

I ain't trying to beef
With no one, nah I'll
Leave that shit alone

Think I'm gonna
Name this Alpha, because
I'm running out of titles

Then I'll do
The whole damn alphabet
Yea don't miss this recital

I've been stacking up
This paper, but I ain't
Talking about the green

If you saw my fucking
Notebooks you would
Know just what I mean

Doing it just
Like Westbrook
I don't need
No number 2

I just do this
Shit like daily
Come on nigga
How about you

I've been plotting
I've been scheming
Yea I'm coming
Up real sly

And you wonder
Why I wear a
Blank face, now
You can see why

Not content with
Where I am, so
Think it's time
I take a shot

Just like Isaiah
Be saying,
Yea we just
Need 'A lot'

I was doing
This to vent
Trust me that
Ain't ever change

Now ambitions
Get the best
Of me, and now
I want the fame

Got my lenses
Adjusted, yea
My visions
Crystal clear

Just stepped
Out of my fucking
Shell, yea I faced
My biggest fear

Got only
Weeks now
Then life's
Going to hit me

I ain't set
For life after
School check
My history

Been grinding
And scratching
But I ain't quell
This feening

But it's so
Close to
Love, what a
Wonderful feeling