Bk Freestyle
Back in Gotham City with my boys
Know we make some noise
Ain't no choice with my route
I make music to survive, it's the only time I feel alive
Disordered thoughts runnin' through my brain
Swear to God I'm insane,
A demon in my head from the start
Just want me to depart, don't know who to trust
Can't even trust myself, looked into the mirror
Eyes red, glazed over, you can see my pain
Yeah
Goin' non-verbal in the room
Cause it's too much to consume on my mental
Buildin' up my levels, makin' gnarly instrumentals
Power floatin' from my fingertips to the screen
So you can see what I mean
I'm humble to myself and the world
I'm just graspin' at a gift that was given from the sky
I don't even know why the fuck a nigga like me
Was given so many hurdles to hop
But I'm never gonna stop
I don't make no fuckin' mainstream music
I make this shit for myself so I don't fuckin' lose it
My patience hangin' by the thread so don't you fuckin' abuse it
You need some mucinex, you slimy niggas all up in my shit
I don't keep a fuckin' grip, I fight with fists
They call me the drunken master, the way I'm swingin' this
Can't you see it's my time, future lookin' real divine
Run that check up
I'm gettin' to my bag cause I'm next up
Know we make some noise
Ain't no choice with my route
I make music to survive, it's the only time I feel alive
Disordered thoughts runnin' through my brain
Swear to God I'm insane,
A demon in my head from the start
Just want me to depart, don't know who to trust
Can't even trust myself, looked into the mirror
Eyes red, glazed over, you can see my pain
Yeah
Goin' non-verbal in the room
Cause it's too much to consume on my mental
Buildin' up my levels, makin' gnarly instrumentals
Power floatin' from my fingertips to the screen
So you can see what I mean
I'm humble to myself and the world
I'm just graspin' at a gift that was given from the sky
I don't even know why the fuck a nigga like me
Was given so many hurdles to hop
But I'm never gonna stop
I don't make no fuckin' mainstream music
I make this shit for myself so I don't fuckin' lose it
My patience hangin' by the thread so don't you fuckin' abuse it
You need some mucinex, you slimy niggas all up in my shit
I don't keep a fuckin' grip, I fight with fists
They call me the drunken master, the way I'm swingin' this
Can't you see it's my time, future lookin' real divine
Run that check up
I'm gettin' to my bag cause I'm next up
Credits
Writer(s): Kai Blanchard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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