Rival

Yayah, Ya

A true loner, yea I always stand out from the crowds

The shroom over here should be told apart from the grass

I speak sober but my thoughts are gettin' stuck in the clouds

The streets colder and it's only gettin' harder to trust (Yea)

Niggas two-faced like Edward Mordrake

Sometimes you need to learn to close your mouth for you sake

Your lineage could be on the line - cancer on prostate

Your image could be compromised - Ecce Homo portrait

You wouldn't understand

See my reflection when I face myself God to man