Lyrics

Ego, pride and arrogance, the relevance is negligent
Patience thin as paper, you ain't worthy of my elements
Been to hell and back and now my soul is filled with cracks
It's time to meditate, with pen to page
In touch with all my sentiments
You ain't worthy of my pen, but you gonna get it
Been a minute since I shot the barrel
Thoughts in every bullet
Need to sober up my mind, I've been feeling crooked
No more Colombian kicks, I ain't talkin Gullit
It's always been honour in my creed
So I know to mercy kill these rappers, crushin on their dreams
Dirty game is way too crowded, bustin out the seams
Better hit the drawing board buddy, workin on your schemes
2024 is Jorden season, I don't need a reason
I've been visiting the temple, but I've been a demon
Preachin all this trash for a lick of cash
I been on the side too long, about time I started speaking
It's me
You had the time to get ahead and now you're far behind
Red inside the eyes, I hope you're ready, devil in disguise
10 years in the game, but trash is still your pride
I'm just getting started, hope you know I'm never breaking stride
You had the time to get ahead and now you're far behind
Red inside the eyes, I hope you're ready, devil in disguise
10 years in the game, but trash is still your pride
I'm just getting started, hope you know I'm never breaking stride
It's me
Who else?
It's me
Who else?
It's
Who else is really clicking it?
Bitches want more than pictures
Rolling spliffs inside my slippers and kicking it with the scriptures
I lightened up my spirit and used it to burn a joint
Been inside the house so long, only edibles been employed
I really hate to fight, but rap has been a competition
Some rappers really piss me off, I call them opposition
I never meant to hurt your character or disposition
Be honest, you would do the same if put in this position
Easy targets when they suck, got the gall to be obnoxious
Ref said clean fight, I left the scene spotless
Dinner reservation for one, never held a gun
But I've been known for spittin bullets plenty, paper laboursome
Paperweights is what I call your records to be candid
I'm rapping circles 'round you like Saran, one handed
Effortless, I've been testing out the flows
So you're nothing more than a crash dummy, boy slow your roll
You really love to talk like you're the shit
Motherfucker I want what you're on, homie pass the spliff
You really love to talk like you're the shit
Motherfucker I want what you're on, homie pass the spliff
It's me
Who else?
It's me
Who else?
It's me
But was it really me?
How am I supposed to know?
Written by: Jorden Moktan
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