Tempestuous

I breathe my way of livin' over syncopated rhythms…

I've got ambitions…the game deserves attrition…

I glisten when you listen to my lyrical commissions

I've been patient with my vision now I'm out to make my livin'

Stakes have risen…the vibe hits a little bit different now-listen how

I fiddle with the fuckery-trippin out-on the beat since I dropped the-Christian route

It's his mouth…they pointing' fingers at ya boy again

The only difference is-this time my sinnin' has a point to it

I grab the mic and point this bitch-aiming to annoy the pissed

Off people who avoid the kid-because they think I'm poisonous

My choice was this…either live a life I don't believe

I won't achieve-I won't succeed-in shit but disappointing me