Lyrics

I’m riding alone, mentally lost but in zone, only balanced when I’m stoned/ 
How you claim homie but can’t step foot in my home? Too phoney, you can’t hit my phone/ 
True energy shown, that type of shit I don’t condone. Claiming you learned and you’ve grown/ 
Never had an ounce hate or envy in my bones. The fuck do you niggas be on?/ Moving so privately,/ 
Never was a fan of new faces, I don’t need variety/ Hanging out at bars and clubs isn’t a vibe to me/ 
Never fit in my society/ 
Truly the irony how I really prefer privacy,/ 
yet open book no diary/ 
Always hated crowds. they think its anxiety/ 
I know it’s my gut and psychiatry/ 
Avoiding aggressive maniac non sobriety/ 
& their ego inquiries/ 
Only competing my past and what’s inside of me/ 
Lay vs Low is my rivalry/ 
Hate and envy always feel misguided and random/ 
Especially when part of my fandom/ 
Watching all of these grown men having temper tantrums/ 
Just cause their bitch find me handsome/ 
It surely don’t phase me. No father, mentally made me. Work ethic too crazy/ 
Can’t hang with the lazy or a bitch that’s fugazi Too Alpha you betas can’t haze me/
Probably kicking the same philosophy when 80. Will it ever change? Shit. Maybe./ 
Life is a toxic bitch and a fine lady, fucking beyond say like JayZ/
Dms filled with ass kissers or lust, rarely people I trust/ 
Walking the line of nice and flirty fluff, them guts they want me to bust/ 
Forced friendships with leeches I highly disgust, the bond is surely unjust/ 
Treated as a come up but I had enough, 2 time the ashes and dust/
Shit is intense, the following is getting immense, more flakes that’s thinking I’m dense/ 
A1 defense, peeping all the suspense, the cuts a personal offense/ 
Negative energy and vibes too big an expense/ yet I assume common sense/ 
If it ain’t making a dollar, it ain’t making no sense/ 
My hands and mind get rinsed/
Disappointment from people I’ve grown to expect/ 
From me? I cannot accept/ Quick to reflect, bad decisions when erect/ 
A couple of homes I’ve wrecked/ 
I’ve gained respect, past I worked to correct, rep I aim to protect/ 
If she bad and throwing it, it’s hard to reject/ 
Distance what keeps me in check/ 
Women aside, men’s tempers collide. My real internal divide/ 
Take it on the chin, stride with your head high, wisdom I haven’t applied/ 
Believe I tried. Hands stay ready to ride never ran or hide/ 
On cam I seen how Von died, still ain’t tucking my pride/ 
It’s easier solo, from dimes too flirty & social. Quick to jump no pogo/
Can sis get dogged like toto? Yes but morally a no go/ 
I’m home or global never hanging out local. Away from aggressively vocal/ 
Far removed keeps me from being a bozo, fully unleashing my loco/ 
Maturity is knowing your flaws & how to contain/ As you grow through pain/ 
Pride, sex, haters, ego and lames: will put hard work in vain/ 
Lion blood pumping all through my veins/ but I’m using my brain/ 
I’m happy and sane, glass raised with champagne/ 
Alone in my domain/