Offbook

I ain't vengeance but I'm bad, man
Been living a life like a madman
Been wreckin' 'cause I'm mile away from the cyrus
Pretending I'm okay with all 'em hoes around us

Tryna gain the consciousness, reminiscing emptiness
Living life to establish the power of a mankind
While we livin' lone, scare alone in the loneliness
I'm done with all the bullshit that goes
(This shit is lit)

My dad says that I should be a civil servant
But I only serve God since I am only human
It's nothin' that I can do about it
So I bump into all of these rap shit
And work, so I can make a living out of it

Calma, calma, it's your savior comes out so you can stop screams
Mama, mama, "Stop Martin, I know you had a dream
But dreams only works if you put a work into it and
Stop selling a work when it only makes you stop working it."

You feel me? (Don't you?)

Once had a job just to take someone from one place to one
Couldn't stand a week and ended up leavin'
Making 10 dollars a week just to stand still and breathing
Seeking for affirmation just like my girl did to her feeling

Feels like a local Shakespeare when I wrote this
"Way to heaven was fulfilled by unfinished good motive"
One final wishes was told, so start over
Remember we comes out canceling the culture

Growing up listening to Pac and almost got shot by a cop
When I was just about to hit 21, can't imagine if I was killed too
Not everybody that died young is a legend
But we can agree that every killer is a miscreant

Coming straight outta humtown, gotta make sure
That you never be walking alone, don't be childish
Inside, you ain't a red-bone, put on your headphone on
And hear out, 'cause this shit is dangerous

(This shit is dangerous)
(This shit is dangerous)
(This shit is lit)

Nose bleeding every weekend, I'd be needing more sleep
But that's the price you pay in this game to trade
Less blood and less sleep, less nod and more straight
Less ego and selfish, more happy and less grief

No love, no hates, no crimes, so no faith
Takes no advice, takes no quarters unless you got laid
Confession, sacrifiction, throw it all, what you wanna said?
We only pray for ourselves in the end, that's on my head

Now let me flex a little bit
SULTAN. is on the mic, and bumpin' to another beat
Creating first lit, cookin' his first hit
If it's to you is a mid, you bitch
LOMXX said "Fix your fuckin' refrence, kid."

Even when I create nothing, I still got some trouble on my mind
I haven't reach the 8 Mile but losin' myself for the first time
2 time, 3 time, 4 time, gone
1 go to goat, 3 shot for god? Done