Beast Mode ft. Passafire Lyrics

Beast mode

I ain't got a equal

Blind from the weed smoke

High and I speak dope

Try to compete foes

Fry like I'm the stove

Cry in my sleep though

Rhyme like a cheat code

Everything I s sacrificial

Violins and grabbing tissue

You don't really want it baby girl

I got daddy issues

When I was a lad wit dimples

To compensate for having pimples

Grabbed the mic

And decided I'd rap official

But my status little

Will i expand it

Well time will tell

I can only hope

The next word i write that i find myself

But when you spend so much time occupied

If your rhyming well

It makes a state of mind

I've realized that i am a shell

It's called posturing

Bad habit fostering

Poor mental health

In the cypher

Makes monster men

Sore but in stealth

So the scars i got lots of 'em

A bunch of Mutha fuckers I know

But not a lot of friends

Got a pen, so I can

Some a L, jot down stuff

Say a bunch of bullshit

Hoping i sound tough

Chasing brass rings

Don't catch 'em

Maybe that stings

But I'm too cool to express

All the hatred that brings

And still I'm riding

It probably only on the surface though

I'm still in hiding

But i ain't lost the plot yet

Fuck a law

But I will abide it

Why the fuck these comedians sounding

Like Bill O'reilly

I ain't got time for all this

bizarro shit

I'm just killing time

Wonder when the narc gon tip

The cops pulled up

Hopped out the car so quick

Wit more big guns

Than John and Nardo wick

Who want smoke with me

I don't even hold a piece

I'm sorta like the dude on the couch

I'm just rollin weed

I ain't ever phased

It's exactly what i hoped it be

I am at peace

I will tell you this

And now so it seems