Wall of thoughts

Ok this is it.

do use a favor

lose yourself in it alright

Second to none

I'm just a force to reckon

like Ryu's on tekken

i spit bars like its my daily work i do from four to seven

Pitbull wiped my ass on my last chance i should wait for cash to rain

man, people cant explain the life i had, its that much of a pain

plain as always, hard to restrain

heart to the chain, dark as Caine, Marcus Twain

i been tweaking like a magician who uses cards to retain

confidence came as i ain't coming back the same

torn apart cant pick a lane, wish i wasn't that lame

down pours the humidity as i see hurricane

down goes my humility as i see a sign saying Hurry Kane

am i going insane, am i able to withstand the pain

pail still filled with paint

but i am no where close to finishing masterpiece, no i ain't

I'd be lying if i said my skin pale as the skin of robin but i am similar to lil wayne

I'm wondering if my ideas just side projects, like when is the time i'd be considered the main

the shit sour like apple cider but I'm more lighter when im in my game

chose the chancellor thinking i can handle cancel culture but it ain't in my vein

last name doe, first name jane, that a girl you decided to go in and came

bet that's after ingesting polyurethane,

your ass having to be in some bitch's groin after getting a case of syrup brain

drunk too much champagne, that shit happens to people who start campaign

regret this and that its a cycle you get in to regain

lessons and memories that's needed for your mind to obtain

bind to the mainframe, limelight and spotlight to me all the same