Execute

Grinding until I turn into powder
I reflect upon the higher power
Hands close to the holster
People say life is a rollercoaster
Then why does mine feel like traffic
Constantly avoiding car crashes
That just might need to happen
I'm afraid of the casket
Tears sweetly wash my eyelashes
When I lash out my anger passes
As my self-portrait
Becomes something morbid
Forbid
The hero that's tragic
To drop lit matches
Great grandma still doing scratches
Found a new path at a dead end
Ignore my growing frustrations
I promise keep watching
Because I'm that confident
But I got liquors
In my system
That I shouldn't
Be disgesting
I'm off that
Mix the Henny with Cognac
To see how long I have
I hustle to my victory lap
I got their heads spinning
Forget who was winning
But I'm here to change lives
Haven't you realized
If you try to move me out my spot
You'll get socked
Boy I know you's a puppet
So don't come talking like you run it
Ten years after 2012
Still resident in hell
Presidents don't care
Oh well shoot bail
Fame look sweet
But it smells
And I don't wanna taste it
I see you lacking motivation
That they don't get pictures
But took it
Will I always be a rookie
Will I always be a rookie

Serving em like vegetarians
Oops I meant veterinarians
Showing these dogs
I ain't afraid to
Be the one to be
Euthanizing them
You just little boys
Treating guns like toys
So when y'all get caught
With the law
And object it
To me, God is the only judge
So I'll confess it
Prove my point
Without innocence
In a sense
As a child I've had a guilty conscious
I wanted to obtain the sense that wasn't common
Having a boring job wasn't an option
My optimum
Came down to being the first prime number
I muster the courage
That's why you'll never catch up
You gon face time when they send them feds up
Well here's the heads up
It'd be my pleasure
When y'all say y'all don't know no better
Cut it if they act ain't together

I've been down and out before
I've been counted out for
My fear of divorce
But
The lines I've written
Come from dead men
Possessing my pen
Is that ghostwriting
Y'all ain't grown men
Y'all attention seeking
Relevancy reaching
And I can see it
Claim you killing your demons
But killing your own people
Fans showing up to concerts
Love an artist for 6 seconds
Not knowing the lyrics
Is this another bad habit
Hold up let me question
What was the last thing I just said
You read my next lineup ahead
I'm not too excited about this year
I started this music right here
When pop's mother died
Big bro lost it all
But his equipment
He left it all
It's like his dreams died that day
I hope I can relieve that pain
So we can relive the old days
When we would just hang out and play
Video games
But it's up in flames
Will it ever be the same
Nah it will never be the same
That's a shame
There's no pen, no pad, no writing
Just my rawest emotion
The credits are what we need to be showing
I want to see what's behind these curtains
So in due time when the next act ends
I want my third eye unblinded
So when I execute it
I do it fluent