fine then, I'm gone

The biggest the rat to my own work

Told the world who I was who I am

And who the fuck am I to even think you'd give damn?

20,000 words verbs heard round the world

Now its aye cest la vie Louis v twin the pearls

Hey look at me

Im the rapper with the girls

Dont get it twirled

Still aiming at ya head

Like a widows peek

To be, or not be-

Let the riddle speak

At Tenth hour an invite to twins shower

After powder we conversated bout "end power"

Told the two what goes up must twin tower

A Sick dude gots sweet tooths's for grin's sour

Im only just a man

Ain't nothing special

Follow me home to find I got an extra aunties pretzel

Maybe I'll check out some new docs

Bump some instrumentals

Only privacy is my thoughts

The toughest game is mental

We know what you said was just some bars ya whole persona rental

It only stay up in them lines like a fuckin stencil

I be, I be

Cold chilling

Cook up in the summer make it hot for the winter

I'm only just a man

Another bronze medal

I work my 9-5 and fuck my girl

I fantasize throwing money signs in every ghetto

It's something deeper in this lifetime I'm finna pedal

They call us pioneers funny thing is we aint finna settle

I know my ideas past light years finna play catch up

In 5 years they'll be like "awe yeah he was something special"

Till then you filling in like them drums under heavy metal

I'm only one man thinking one thing

If you don't want it you dont gotta take it **** leave

Fine then im gone

If I cut you off it's gon put you in a rut

Look around homie I could tell you why you stuck

Fine then, I'm gone

Fine then, I'm gone

I'm only just a man

Swear to God I'm Damned

They work me like a slave

I made a master plan

Fuck reaching up im out reaching out

All my **** gon get cuts

Ain't no matter which side the blade

Aint' gon change we goin up

Shout goes out to Brooklyn but this strictly for my **** tho

Make the beat, record my speech, and talk my shit like Fígaro

Walk with so much green on me they start to call me Piccolo

Bean on me, the lean on me, say "team" on 3 let's get it hoe

Imagine me, on "dnd" backyard in Greece, a Seminole

Comfort of my garden

Making plays im Tom Thibodeau

Scheme on we And T&T gon turn you to a simulation

Heavy mind I'm sick of waiting

Space and time in Syncopation