//CSL
All eyes on me, shake that pride off me, hatred resides on me
I leave him with so many…. they gonna have a hard time tryna ID
Don’t try me when you see my disciples beside me
Sniper with the optical zoom, out here claiming they fried me
Good luck getting inside of his head, I got demons residing
Been seeing red, tryna block out the blood shot with these drops of visine
I find this shit exciting but gotta keep my promise of no fighting
Can’t fit in my genes, we atom split at the seams, got different sizing
Don’t try me if you see me driving on Morrisey it can get enticing
I know this beef shit exciting, arms flexing but I ain’t talking exercising
Sweat bullets when I pull sticks, we ain’t talking about hygiene
Cause I been on another level, tell these internet detectives to come and find me
The album in the works, I flip syllables so finely it can leave you blinded
Spell binding, tryna map a whole concept about what the time did
Past mistakes painted on my face, the stains stay when I wipe them away
And to my dismay they keep calling my name, I fight demons everyday
You don’t know about my struggles I keep rebuttals so clean they clearly struggle
And I seen names skipped on these lists that are clearly above you, if you hating fuck you
Appreciate the love, but we don’t need a name drop to fail validated
If they ain’t got you in no list you should look at that top ten salivating
Fuck getting your props up, get pissed there’s some blood to be mopped up
Fuck the pubs, if the bars ain’t getting you inside the club that bitch can get shot up
Easy Money Sniper, KD on a beat, but I won’t fade away that’s prayers to Kobe
Coming back like Tatum off the Achilles, guess I just need someone to hold me
Know they envy me, out here holding a press conference like the MVP
Baited these foul lines like SGA, you can hate greatness, just know these shots are free
//KQT
but on the other hand, i done been getting my flowers
day, k, falls, coin, j-p, r-b, fini, c, making me prouder
it's bizarre, how God's calling really bringing me some cash towers
i scoured through browsers to find something to channel my thoughts through, make it louder
it's funny how these people renown me but not the guy on the song i'm with
if i'm a biblical behemoth, then he a leviathan, we in this bish
you siren-head ass plebs wish you could step to us, you finna get swiss cheesed
y'all are like big charlie, harmless, a bullet and y'all would bleed
i got the hand of heaven piercing through you and purifying, it's like breaking news
day seventeen of twenty-three, theo's asking her if she can move
and she did, the friend upstairs hath touched her and healed her, proof
he did the same with me, cause i stopped wanting to speak things that's uncouth
i bet my mind has suffered more than you fake ass gat-slangin' bastards
not every rapper's a gangster, not all gangsters is rappers
you slackers, it angers me, see, i'm annotating everything
carrying the beat cause it don't lift me to get me buried in, rarely been
friendly, so cynical of everyone, critical
i tend to not trust people in syllabary battle preliminary
i'm a visionary when it comes to crafting a tale of being in a frenzy
like nick said, see seraphine, he was knee deep in a mess so deadly
yeah, all he seen was my skin yellow, the beat mellow
i wonder if i already done feed you people what you need
cause this conference is over, sponsorships is closure, i guarantee
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CSL
Member since August 4 2014