Yo, Im born in darkness, I'm Bane so get your nightlights
Y'all ain't nothing compared to the shit that I write
I'm 5'11 but y'all ain't reacing my height
I got a couple houses and a whip, so fuck your 5 Mics
I'm glad I did it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
Whatever the fuck I wanna do, yeah that's my favorite genre
Vegas raised, I made a name, and now I need some beautiful naked big titty women falling from the sky like I'm Jay in Dogma
A plate of pasta with the main ones while these haters gossip
Sober but the fucking homies blowing smoke like rastas
Sick of hanging with these lows I gotta change the posture
Fuck the club, I'd rather skate with Hopsin
Crazy how a life so unexpected became expected
I came correct and gave a message
Truly impressive, enough to make connections
With the hearts of men when I'm cracking open the hardest head
I Sparta kick these fucking artists dead, the flow is arsenic
An arsonist, I'm Peter Parker when his arm was bit
And going Miles around you, I'm Miles Morales when I start to thwip
Don't even push to start the whip
And I don't listen to a has been
Who album has been up in that bargain bin
The lines is heavy, I charge the battery, Everready
The pressure building, your hand is shaking, but mine is steady
I'm ready with a machete, October 31st
What kind of cut you want, an emotional, raw, or nerdy verse?
A comic book kid, who wildin and shit, and got a
Model-like chick, who riding the dick, and never
Thought I would get a life that's like this, I guess I'm
Kinda my own fucking hero and shit, De Niro in
Damn, anything with mob ties
Whip it till I pop like, huffing Nitrous Oxide
To be up in the Top 5, I just gotta not die
Keep it pushing, flexing heavyweight like it's the Rock's life
Wish I could see the world through Pac's eyes, just preaching fearless
Listen to the lyrics, let it influence your spirit
A lot of music playing, I don't think y'all really hear it
A lot of people watching still been judging my appearance
Yeah I'm white, so whoever popping currently, I guess I'm like
{?}, Diversity, the way you see me write
Put me in a box, the label's easy
This industry in decline like the devil {?}
So watch how you speak on me, I got some dudes with the heat to keep the heat off me
You got some incels who play too much C-O-D
I pray (prey) on y'all, and i ain't talking, talk to G-O-D
It's E, K-O-H, learn to deal with more hate
Learn the more you get, the more you grow and fill up yo bank
Learn when people wanna get ahead they steal from yo tank
And don't confuse somebody for a friend just cause they don't hate
I'm like a lawyer in recovery how I passed the bar
I don't have to spazz this hard, How'd you get your act this far
Spoiler I just crashed the car, Mushrooms in a candy jar
I'm Ali like Muhammad, and the prince of fucking Agrabah
Yeah, so {?}, I'm no-one you're cool with
Off of the chain and into the game, I'm sick of this bullshit
Never the fame, and never the dough, It's always the music
Didn't take care of me, started the therapy, don't wanna lose it
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