Alcatraz

“Bitch got me locked up like im in Alcatraz”

 

I’m on the brink of insanity, cant stop spitting bars so rapidly

Rapped so god damn much, I started rapping so casually

I write my raps down so naturally, it just flows so perfectly

Album every few months, I do that stuff purposefully, im speaking verbally

Not talking in a hyperbole, im a man of my word, lay it forward

Now give me the truth, straightforward, I was a kid in SF walking to school

Some little bitches want me to accept their ridicule, now they on the floor with a bloody pool

Beat their asses so much, had to change to a different middle school

Now im living my best life, nothing to control my lifestyle

So I rap and laugh and smile, meanwhile, I’m getting called hostile

Like what? Can I talk to a Marshall, or someone with a brain in their fossil

Winner winner chicken dinner swallow up and go gobble gobble

Spread the word of the gospel gospel, and go squabble squabble up

Turn up the throttle throttle up, rapping so poetically, they called me Aristotle with the pen

Rapping like it’s my last day on earth, put me on the show, ESPN

They asked me when, I said never mind im going on CNN Ten

 

Jailed me up so casually, im a do you a favor and up the bars

Stop and pop, like one of them superstars, hoes that got good personalities are scarce

It’s like their nonsense is automatically a feature, they like the grim reaper

But just a little sweeter, im carrying a heater, 165 millimeters

 

Santa once said me your dead to me, rapping so heavenly

I’m going to die eventually im a super human mind in a normal body

Cast a beam on my personal emergency

Only when I have nothing but time do I suddenly feel urgency

Family waiting nervously, been hours not heard a word from me

My keepers stripped the perk from me, do I deserve to see

Loved ones hearts strewn on they sleeve

When it's my fault that they hurt and bleed

I'm a lowlife jerk who revolves around greed

Probably why nothing gets resolved around me

Other than the fact, the Alcatraz guards knows me personally

 

Jailed me up so casually, im a do you a favor and up the bars

Stop and pop, like one of them superstars, hoes that got good personalities are scarce

It’s like their nonsense is automatically a feature, they like the grim reaper

But just a little sweeter, im carrying a heater, 165 millimeters