Consistent

I been off the mic for a minute, trying to get my life consistent
And the disrespect for my position, makes me wish I'd become a villain
It's like my mind just walks on ice because I find it tough to even get a grip
But I execute when I'm on the mic, I electrify when I flip the switch
They don't want to see me win, because they don't want to see me painting pictures
About the life I live, because it's too much for them to envision
I'm too precise with my words, I just make 'em slice like an incision
I'm mincing minions to get to the millions and serve 'em up like I'm in the kitchen
I make em swerve like I'm lil herb, get em out the lane when I drop a verb
Because I'm bout that action when I'm jotting words
You not from the bottom, stomp you on the curb
I'm so diverse when I drop a verse, make you pick how you end up in the hearse
I'm Adam and rap is Eve, from God's blessing I done got a curse
I been fucked up but you wouldn't know or you wouldn't care, shit probably both
I knew I should've just left to Cali, but I couldn't leave the east coast
So now I'm facing the consequences when I should be facing life on the road
Now I'm facing KO, no puncher's chance, I'm on the ropes.
Niggas be doing the cool shit, I don't be doing the cool shit
I be working until it's none left and I am not one to fool with
It's like I brought a knife to a fight to challenge someone with a full clip
It's like I'm Kanye pissing on Grammys, my mind I might lose it
Sometimes I wonder if by working so hard did I abandon my youth
Well everyone has a different view on me, an alternate view of the truth
And I'm so paranoid just all the time, y'all made of glass I can see through
I have a reason to feel the way I do, I'm Caesar, you planning a coup

Trying to be consistent
Cooking my lab is a kitchen
And all we take is shots, you know we are not missing
We right back for the top, and that's the spot I'm hitting
Not scared to take no loss if in the end I'm winning
Trying to be consistent
With cooking my lab is a kitchen
And all we take is shots, bitch you know we are not missing
But we right back for the top, and that's the spot I'm hitting
I'm not scared to take a loss if in the end I'm winning

You can talk, all the shit, that you want, I'm still lit
They gon bury you alone, no one cares about your clique
And I'm pissed, this my life and I have to take a risk
Ion care about icy wrists or no internet clicks
Niggas want to test my patience, niggas want to test my gangsta
I don't hang with bangers, know that your life's in danger
Know that my hits are bangers
Know that my hits are sanctioned
Know that God won't save you
He don't believe your prayers
Til' this day they still wanna smoke the jit, well ain't that legit
They flexing bands that they don't got, well damn, that's counterfeit
Before a dub you take a thousand L's, damn who's counting it
City of the stars, we in the jungle, no surmounting it
I start to wonder if I should put this rap shit on the shelf
I don't promote my music because I don't believe in myself
And yeah it's hard to admit, I'm losing hope, I need help
Being consistent is everything, but my heart done fell

Trying to be consistent
Cooking my lab is a kitchen
And all we take is shots, you know we are not missing
We right back for the top, and that's the spot I'm hitting
Not scared to take no loss if in the end I'm winning
Trying to be consistent
With cooking my lab is a kitchen
And all we take is shots, bitch you know we are not missing
But we right back for the top, and that's the spot I'm hitting
I'm not scared to take a loss if in the end I'm winning

Introvert who's introspective, has a lot but don't count his blessings
In his mind he's not progressing, in his mind where them thoughts directed
Pray to God for the Jesus Pieces, need a whip to ease the grieving
Not the love he's been receiving
No response, heart not beating
He don't talk it out, he don't walk it out
Look at you like what the fuck you talkin' bout
He don't want the clout, he don't wanna shout
Wants to share, can't pass doubt
Your opinion he don't want to hear it
Wrapped up in every single feeling
All the anger, hurt, all the shit he's fearing
Everything inside turns into lyrics
Being consistent instead of medicated
Or aiming that revolver, while to the clouds he's praying
If there's still love despite a deep frustration
Being down bad is simple, getting up is complicated
Start to wonder if I should put this rap shit on the shelf
I don't promote my music because I don't believe in myself
And yeah it's hard to admit, I'm losing hope, I need help
Being consistent is everything, but my heart done fell
Trying to be consistent, like my lab is a kitchen
All we take is shots, you know we are not missing
Right back for the top, that's the spot I'm hitting
Not scared to take no loss if I'm the end I'm winning
It's mad complicated, damn near a contradiction
That rap is all I do, but I can't even stick with it
Got a lot to prove, that's why my shoulder's chipping
Right back to the booth, "Revolver" not missing