2K

What is left for me to say
They put the ball in my hands before I can see the play
Who you want me to be today?
Tell me I need to pray
Feeling more insecure than Issa Rae
Shooting with the stick like I play 2k
Call the C.I.A, or the D.E.A
Mess around and need a CNA
Call ken if I need a beat to slay
They want my DNA to be an NDA
Play it back if you ain't catch it
Im seeing the crown, bout to snatch it
The gravy train has left the station
Jump on a track, no hesitation
A psychological separation
Illogical education
Normally I wouldn't write this
Cause I ain't like This, this lightbulb in me might switch
Grab the pen wit a tight fist
Your well-being is what you might risk
Wrote that at the airport, in other words I'ma flight risk
Don't wanna recite this Diatribe
Get to waving at you like higher tide
Deon he ain't never rhyme deprived
Hip Hop's cyanide
Surpassed a vibe, but I'm glad you tried
Coming off the top like edge and Christian
I hope you understand the mission
I keep writing for ammunition
Couldn't scratch the surface with nail extensions
Boy I'm in the kitchen, you can smell the difference
A unassuming underwhelming misfit
I got where I'm at unassisted
That's why my mouth is unrestricted

What is left for me to say?
They put the ball in my hands before I can see the play
Who you want to me to be today, tell me I need to pray
Feeling more insecure than Issa Rae
shooting with the stick like I play 2k
(Shooting with stick like I play 2k)
Look back at my life
I wanna cry now praying to god, ask why now, guess I'm gonna find out
Not really ready to go 9 rounds
But the clock said its my time now
You know me better then to lie down and stay quiet
Wanna jump in the ring you may try it
Got the world in my hands like bray Wyatt
Most of y'all is on a hate diet
It's too late for begging
This trend im setting, is called "elephant" you ain't never forgetting
It's game over, ain't no resetting
Time for you to learn a hard lesson
Im the reason you started sweating
Time to light the matchstick
Yea I'm that sick
Tread light, you can't pass this
That acid will mutate and melt through the plastic
You think you fly? well I crashed it
Shots I throwback like a classic
Strap on me like a beauty pageant
Leave him stretched like he elastic
Don't write a check if you can't cash it
In other words don't bank on it
Took your top 5, put my name on it
At the same moment
Took the pen and put some aim on it
I'ma sun the game then rain on it
Grab a pen and put a tank on it
Bars on a 100, guess the game loaded
Let my inferno scorch through
Let the doctors sort through
You better get to stepping like a horseshoe
Of course you
Not ready for what the flow created
Your misconceptions are misappropriated
MTW, I know we hated



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Writer(s): Trevor Augustus
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