#badmemory

cocky son of a semi-automatic, your body language is too loud, so funny would everyone would try and run up, i used to get laughed at for bein' different, now i get paid for it, that's the come up i guess, they used to yell over me, now they say it under they breath, you ain't impressin' me, you pressin' your luck, your luck is depressed, some of my friends, come for success, don't even improve, suckers just said, they love me to death, i'll see if that's true, i'm seein' right through you, demeanin' my new tunes, but streaming my you-tube, i shake my head and they bet, they ain't hearing my loose screws, talkin' to myself you'd think, i'm speakin' on bluetooth, you'll pretend, no skills so you use your ego as your ornament, such enormous heads that i can orbit them, spend years lookin' for that key to success, but when they find it they realize that there, ain't no fuckin' door for them, this is my shit, hop up in the cockpit, she might wanna hit the tropics, i might take her to boston, tell her baby, you know the rappers who act like the shit, and the ones who are the shit?, well, you've met the hybrid, goals, rap goals, who are you? i don't know, come up like: you had been a friend to me!, you have to remember me!, my bad, #badmemory, and i ain't changed shit, they just tell me that the numbers change, the competition shall remain nameless, 'cause i forget their fuckin' names, god dang, they mad at my grind!, i laugh when they whine, legends turn to olympic runners, when they pass me the baton, i catch it with pride, i'm the prime example of making an example out of your prime, ask about me, but when producers bring a track around me, tell 'em i don't conversate with people, who wanna work with me then brag without me, 'cause i ain't satisfied until my dad livin', like he cashed a bounty, and my mom can't keep track of house keys, '98 i came out of the box, thinkin' outside the box, supply them with the tightest noose like "how can i not?", i kill 'em, kill 'em and what not, fuck a god amongst humans, i'm the deicide amongst gods, must-watch, i spit 'till my tongue drops, and sprint 'till my lungs stop, and live 'till the guns, rappers on pedestals now, i sit there and just watch, i convince 'em that they're fly, just so they jump off, that'shit that's goals, rap goals, who are you? i don't know, come up like you had been a friend to me, "you have to remember me!", my bad, #badmemory, and i ain't changed shit, they just tell me that the numbers change, the competition shall remain nameless, 'cause i forget their fuckin' names, i stay at home and don't leave until i innovate, and i come back the second i see 'em imitate, everyone is competition, i ain't got no friend to make, i ain't spazzin' enough 'till their passion and love, disintegrate, i don't live by the rules, kids comin' through to kill all of you, bing bada boom, bitch, none of you is exciting, i hate artists who complicate their lyrics, more than the ones who simplify it, open your mind, i don't see the grind. you control your destiny, when i'm controlling the sky, better hope you don't die, i haven't smoked in three years, and you blowin' my high!, they say the grass is always greener on the other side, i'm 'bout to take a fence, i hope they don't take offense, i'm about to change the world, just to see the change in them, but wait 'till they approach me like "ah shit, what was your name again?", goals, rap goals, who are you? i don't know, come up like you had been a friend to me, "you have to remember me!", my bad, #badmemory, and i ain't changed shit, they just tell me that the numbers change, the competition shall remain nameless, 'cause i forget their fuckin' names