Face The Facts

Hey, hey, hey (hey) just display a rhyme skill man

That what it is 92 till infinity and beyond,

Heh heh, and beyond

Allright look, monthafuckas still rap beyotch

Hey, when i was fifteen it was my dream to work with pream

He believed in what i do so now hes makin' this beat

And im writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that i kill it

Shinin like im a critic the goverment cann't conceal it

My style they try to steal it

Cus' people startin to feel it

Im goin on these adventures somethin like on a field trip

And now im growin up lookin around this planet

Some shit be goin on and i just can't understand it

No need to panic i got to expand it

A million downloads im takin over your bandwidth

Moments all can did kodak reminisin go back,

Life feel good want yall to know that

Don't have no dill and no half a mill

Just on my game start shit with some mass appeal

Go platinum, independently, incredibly dope

You needa tell a scope to come and get at me

And maybe i could never see to label my identity

They see my middle finger shut the fuck up and let me be

That how its always been and how it will be

Filthy ass rhymes makin money but im still me

Flippin' the mics, spittin' this nice,

Never could get everything that i like

Now i can copy no matter the price

Fuck if you get it i'm rappin for life

You can't tell me shit, i got my own mind,

Its six in the morning and now its go time

Hey, had to take the beat and let it breath usin up the oxygen

The kid he go rockin' and there ain't to stoppin' you

See me stockin' up workin every second of the day and still not enough

Now on that cocky stuff wat yall to acknowledge us

If you don't suck my dick bitch esophagus

You probably just go all on the internet

See a conversation and you fell the need to interject

I ain't finished yet dont think this kid a threat

I'm on the lose end find me supervision yet

You an mp3 im still in a set, vintage yet

Futuristic with some shit taht split your dick(deck)

My cadence complex rhyme without a concept

Atomic bombs your just a stupid fake bomb threat

Six in the morning and im writing these rhyme workin hard

So that you know every night is a grind,fine