Fair Call Freestyle

In this form, formally known to a few resentments
Pressure built a home on late nights and bold missions
Goals missing, only wishing with a selfish ambition
I bare to witness
Now watch I pull up, with the rarest ambition
Ammunition, bagged fishing, when on the scene vision
Cream kicking, had to formulate my routine whippings
Like Lord, I need something different
Like Lord! I need something
And now I match tracks on similar synapses
Pin point fashion, my pens a voice and won't drop until the casket
No longer asking, those in flesh about spiritual masses
Prefer my God up top where the smoke collapses (collapses, collapses)

(My God up top!)
(Scripts, Scripts, Scripts)

Fair call, fly catch at a fish fry
Things like that boggle my mind how fish fly!
Pick a side, hell Naw I live it on the line
Like tears in your eyes, joy and pain is for a short time
But who am I, much more while you meet at eye
Scribble another script for your mind but in due time
Peep literature and get inclined all need to rise
I'm on my second leveled up, and on a low tide
Ocean views, true chosen few
I am not a muse nor amused, my methods improved
I'm tired of false always appearing as real relevant
I know a lady living life evident but as a pessimist
Settling is deficit, all when it comes with respect
Paul bearers drop a tear for the who gone settle in
Now that's a thought, when all else fails at all cost
Beat the boss to be a boss, and you're still gone seek the charge
Still wrecking in the sin that's written all in your arm
I read you in your palm
Scripts Scripts Scripts I'll do it to your Mom
Biscuit, quit licks they'll paint you out Sudam
Lip lip, dis missed but it isn't balm
Flip hit knees, please nigga!
Thank you, I need no homo when I dish it to the Lord
My vision done won, my vision in gun, I visioned it done!