Artificial Flames (feat. Sinfinity)

So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all the same
Can't get to fame without bragging bout the bling
Picking up a dame while you searching for some change
Trying to make a trade I'm not looking for some strange
You're like King James, 4 rings, and gold chains
But I don't give a fuck
Still some shit that we have to discuss
Shit deck man? I still gonna flush
Me and Adam, we're just gonna blush
Not big-time but we're still gonna rush
Only split the bill when we're eating out a dutch
Fuck brotherhood bitch that's called trust

Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with the game
You say a lot but what you saying
You're getting hot off artificial flames

And homie what you mad for
What you hate the fact that you lack in the sack
And it's wack that you're back to the crap that you rap
What you can't fathom that you're not how you act
Tried to gas me up and I've been eating beans
Still day one yeah I still don't fuck with greens
Working at a prison cuz I've been serving feans
It's the first act and I've been skipping scenes
The Basement EP yeah that be in the trash
Took the CD now forever on the dash
Didn't really picture it'd be gone in a flash
That's a smooth move you could hear it from the splash
All these cookies but I still can't find the dough
Yeah that's dope here's a bowl you can start to smoke
Always alienated so here fucking goes the probe
All these rookies but Cunningham is the pro
Alright let me slow it down
Gonna make it big when I get out the town
Going 0-16 just like the Browns
No that's you if you keep fucking around
Naw you ain't the type no you no Mavis Beacon
I don't give a fuck from the words you be speaking
Coulda been a bird with the way you were tweeting
Shoulda dressed you up cuz you trick or treating
I'm like Jordan in the finals
Bird and Magic with the way that we're rivals
Fuck these analytics people study it like a Bible
Then they get pissed cuz they ain't like they idols
I don't need a wedding just to prove that I'm royalty
Get a couple fans that give a fuck about some loyalty
When you're in their presence you just walk around joyfully
Music to your ears? No I think it's more like poetry
Can't sleep here got me thinking about bed bugs
How they want me to sleep when I be thinking bout fat dubs
Counting all this paper while I get my fucking back rubbed
If I get snubbed imma get my fucking refund
Naw, you gonna hear me snap
You coulda heard it coming if you listened to the crack
Now the cracked kid has awoken from his nap
Only kid putting Indian River on the map

Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with the game
You say a lot but what you saying
You're getting hot off artificial flames

Alright let me kick facts
The last two years I've been feeling really trapped
Couldn't make the money when I'm sitting on my ass
But I had a girlfriend so I kinda let it pass
And I didn't wanna rap and I wanted to adapt
Trying with a girl then she threw me out the back
Wasn't good enough guess I kinda figured that
When elements combine you can see just how they act
Feeling like a sinner world's calling me for dinner
Feeling really bitter and I'm starting to get the jitters
Fuck the fucking world and you didn't hear the fucking kicker
You didn't make it right, you don't have to use your blinker
Alright no more fucking around
King's dead now and Kendrick took the crown
The fleet fled and you're looking like a clown
Couldn't find the place now you're looking for a noun
Couldn't find the music and I had to look within
I don't want to lose it, all I ever do is win
Looking like a sin cuz I took it on the chin
Reaching for the gin now I'm trying to pull the pin
Motherfuckers act and I know they so fake
Motherfuckers leave now they trying to find a rake
Couldn't do it on their own so they had to copy Drake
I started to too so I had to take a break
Realest shit that I've ever written
Motherfuckers think that I'm fire-spitting
I'm not Jordan or Scottie Pippen
I'm Steve Kurr cuz I'm coaching kittens
Cooking up shit when I'm in the kitchen
When I toss the plate while I do the dishes
You a stain in the game when he shoots he misses
I'm a classic story of rags to riches
The industries fucked think I'll take the train
Mom this for you get you out the rain
I'll fucking do it I can take the pain
Don't you dare worry about another thing
It's getting hot think I need to change
The rap game won't be the same
Stay in my lane think I'll choose the fame
No more waiting for artificial flames

Here I go again
With the same damn thing
I've been working my ass off
With these rap songs finna start a new wave
Formulas outdated whatever my patience maybe
The game needs replacing
The industry been getting jaded