I’ve been runnin’ through the ashes of the life I couldn’t manage, Tryna breathe, put all this pressure, turn my heartbeat into damage, If I fall, I’ll rise again, guess that’s my fuckin’ habit, Got a mind full of storms, but I’ll break the static, yeah, I’m steppin’ through the fire with a razor on my tongue, Every thought another bullet, every memory a gun, I’ve been fightin’ with my shadows since the moment I was young,
Now I’m swingin’ at my demons like I’m tryna cut a lung, Man, I’m twisted, lines sharper than a knife with a vengeance, Every sentence independent, ain’t no gimmicks in my presence, I’ve been restless, breathless, stress hangin’ on my checklist, Tryna level up, but life keeps treatin’ me like I’m a guest, bitch, But I snap back, never let the doubt win, Punchlines hit hard, make your motherfuckin’ scalp spin, Words quick as hell, like a serpent when it dives in, Flow so sick, I need a medic with a siren,
I’ve been runnin’ through the ashes of the life I couldn’t manage, Tryna breathe, but all this pressure turn my heartbeat into damage, If I fall, I rise again, Guess that’s my fuckin’ habit, Got a mind full of storms, but I’ll break the static,
Look, I erupt like volcanic panic, manic, never vanish, Every bar gigantic, slam it, leave the beat in transit, damage, God damn it, I’m erratic, automatic, with the havoc, I’m the rabbit in the habit, When I pop up, shit gets tragic, I’m a murderer of rhythm when I’m drillin’ through a sentence, A villain with a vision who’s been fightin’ independence, I’m relentless, people say my mind is fuckin’ senseless, But I only spit the truth to kinda cut you like a vengeance,
I’m a cyclone, my mind blown, a time bomb with a rhyme tone, I’ shine though with a mic bro, this crime’s grown and in my throne, You try, but you can’t clone, the backbone I stack on, I’m draggin’ all my past wrongs and turnin’ em to raps, I’ve been runnin’ through the ashes of the life I couldn’t manage, Tryna breathe, but all this pressure turn my heartbeat into damage, If I fall, I rise again, Guess that’s my fuckin’ habit, Got a mind full of storms, but I’ll break the static,
I came from the dirt, from the hurt, from the nights, Where the tears and the fears try to smother all my light, But I’m still here, still fight, still right, with spite, Turn the pain into flames and ignite the mic, Ain’t no hero in my story, just a messed up kid, Who used rap as a map through the shit life did, Now I’m standin’ in a storm, never droppin’ my lid, If the world throws punches, I’m like Swing, I’ll live, Life’s heavy, but fuck it, I’m built for the weight, If you’re lookin’ for me, I’m in the center of fate, Tryna break free from the rage I create, As I scribble every line,
Like a locked in state,
