Something to Behold

Tucked away in my basement as I make this

Count the days and pass face, can't erase it

Wasting greatness at a rate that amazes

Praying my patience weighs out trepidations

Telling myself, it's all about preparation

While not even doing anything, a set vacation

Try to make a move for my fame, I said vocation

Motivations been lackin' dangerous, I'm not okay with it

Got a place in it, gotta stay spittin', but I'm way different

When I'm graced by the fame I'll be lane splittin'

Bounced up outta the house and got to day sippin'

Loud mouth runnin' the town and got to blame switchin'