Crack (My Epiphany) Lyrics

Know these rap niggas take like 6 months to give the verse back

By the time he finish, I been dropped, my fans done heard that

No excuse for the way that I act

Blame the truth for the way that I rap

I play the booth the way these boys play the trap

The producer gon' front me a pack

I lay my verse, look I just turned that to crack (That's crack!)

And I pour my soul out on the track they'll feel me when I'm extinct

Though I write this from the heart, I mix my blood in the ink

Shit that's if I even write, I'm writing songs while I think

Thoughts are symphonies, think Ima call this one My Epiphany

Thinking bout the roads that was given to we

Either the cemetery, or get sent up the road for a century

All them war scars just a blemish to me

I don't think that every bitch blushing got feelings for me

In the stu' take you to do a month what I do in a week

Hear the way I turn this shit up? You think I'd do it for free?

Nigga I do this for Ree, nigga I do this for G, C, T, Quan and me

One day they all gon see

Fruits of my labor up on the table we all gon eat

World on my shoulders surprised it ain't never fall on me

I'm 8 feet tall on beats, but shorter in person

Yeah niggas shocked when they meet me,

They just tell me keep working, shit what else can I do?

I won't stop 'till I'm perfect, if it's bout guap then it's urgent

If it's not we Do Not Disturb it (shh)

Thoughts are symphonies, think Ima call this one My Epiphany

When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack!