White Lighter Lyrics

Some people don't want to better themselves Other people are satisfied being dead or in jail

Meanwhile, I'm just trying to kick a freestyle Meanwhile, I'm just dealing with denial

Well, look where we're at now top of mount fucking olympus dawg

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I'm not like Mac by 26 well one things for sure, I don't want this

You can interpret that however the fuck you want like the rest of my music, the jig is up

Don't you miss when things were so simple? Smoke a spliff and forget what we've been through

With the pencil, I become resentful Potential is essential when you feel mental

Pat, I'll try do the impossible list But to be honest with you, I don't know what impossible is

But shit, I got a white lighter in my left pocket I think they know I'm a superstar

If that's a facade, tell me who you truly are If that's in the cards, help me pick it apart

The lines are very blurred between a symbol of hope and a cry for help, cause I'm feeling them both

Time flies in the worst ways, I disperse rage like a nurse aide on a Thursday that hasn't been paid

In six days straight, I've been killing this shit since the fifth grade I mean t

Take time I mean, just breathe I mean, explicit every track but it's still clean I mean

Hear me out this shit you never seen I mean, Twenty-six is the age I'ma be at

Emptiness and a stage but you ain't see that by twenty-six people usually ain't relevant

Unless they drop dead, which makes sense cause I'm feeling heaven-sent

Cause I'm in my motherfucking element, yeah I don't think I'ma make it

Just based on how I'm feeling right now I don't think I can take it

I don't mean the money, I mean the goddamn crown yeah, G-O-A-T, I'm not that

But I can kill most MCs whether it's by streams or lyrical ability

Doherty is coming to kill the whole scene have you seen, have you heard

Do you fuck with the kid? What you mean it's absurd when I bust in your crib and I just slit my wrist

Just to get a rush, we should stay in touch so I can fuck you up

Oh no, I got a white lighter so cold with my typewriter

Just know I'ma write fire till the day I drop dead

I wonder if a one-hit wonder wonders what would happen if they took advantage of the hunger

Or are they satisfied with mediocre Staring at the wall, tripping balls

And it's full of posters

I got a white lighter in my left pocket Oh my God, I'm a superstar

I know they view me as yours truly I hope I don't join the 27 Club

I hope I don't join the 27 Club

I hope I don't join the 27 Club

I hope I don't join the 27 Club

I hope I don't join the 27 Club