When you look at my face vacant
I think of ways to make it
In a cold, cold world, where J. Cole makes his hits
To the frost of the world and his life experience
It's hard to be in this, but much harder to quit
So nowadays I get through all of my conversations with wit
What you get I get
Actually got a while ago
People are just starting to get what i wrote a long time ago
I know I'm unstoppable, I'm just getting some turbulence
I'm coming up while you're looking for pocket lint
A lil 'Pac in this, and some Lupe and it's sick
In a few years rappers will look at my blogs for hints
For things they wanna write.
They look at me with spikes, in their eyes cause I'm right
I'm sitting at the top of the ledge, your scared of heights
Far from a thug but I'll give one knocked out lights
You think your in control but I got you on strings, kite
I'm a fresh meth OD, your a contact high from last night
Spiritually, you couldn't even fly my knee's height
You been thinking you in charge, but two can play knight
Your stars have been revoked, I'm bringin Rap back to fight.
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