Hiding On The Inside

A visionary, bred but the kitchen barely
Fed me any supper what a sucker
Can you fear the very voice in my head
When it speaks is it legendary
Turn me up on the speakers so the bitch can hear me
Sunny days blow my brains I'm a slave to the lack
Of a dollar holler if you wanna break down
Another shakedown. Can I make it out of town
Where the lights ain't flashy
You in the back seat? Kiss my ass cheeks
Say that hash brings cash. Where was that last week
Ask me if I give a fuck but you already know the answer
You're cancer. Hands up a change is coming
You've already hit the peak, re-arrange the summit
'Bout to hit a grand slam call me Van Damme
Imma kick your ass out like you're living rent free, bitch

Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside

The devil's advocate, coming back at it again
Like a crack addict, I'm as bad as it can get
The sound of good bye is never enough for me
Raise your middle fingers high saying don't fuck with me
Like it's meant to be, you against the world
But you have your hands out begging for referrals
But you're feral. A fowl mouth. Eat a cock, chick
Ain't life a bitch
Chip on her shoulder, dollar in her eye
Flash me your golden smile
Tell me another lie
Now she's got me intertwined
Saying that she's all mine
Waste of time you're a drag, killer
Out for blood like I'm dracula
Fuck that. If I master this rap shit
Be assassins that's blasting out ass whoopings

Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside
Hiding on the inside

I'm an earthquake. I killed myself on my first birthday
That's cold. Play it back I'm in paradise
Like the first angel to make a deal with the devil
I shake my own hand and pat myself on my back
Because I'm home made
These hoes faker than my rolex
I roll down my window and throw my fingers up
Y'all can kiss my butt
I'll pick you up from the corner of the streets
And show you why, you shouldn't have gone and bought another beat
Coz now I'll beat your ass senseless
How could you fuck with a rapper that
Spits a style similar to these tasteless rhymes
I'm outta my mind
I lost it in a game of dice. But none, for none, for what
Over promises of a nice life
What a nice lie I tell myself hang it up
Ain't no sense to keep it going
Now the voice inside my head is saying maybe
Maybe we should pair it up
That's making sense to me now homie, fair enough

A visionary, bred but the kitchen barely
Fed me any supper what a sucker
Can you fear the very voice in my head
When it speak is it legendary
Turn me up on the speakers so the bitch can hear me