Opening Statement

Pen to the pad, consistent lyric alteration Flipping through these beats till one defines what causes procreation Insatiable desire to prove that it was worth the patience Pain in the duration kinda feels like vain motivation See if I’m driven by the Beemer, Benz and Bentley By design what i find is lots of scheming friends and feeling empty And really i don’t need you shooting with me in the gym Just don’t expect to pop the bottles with me like you helped me win See I’ve always been kind of a loner But I’m giving you my heart i got the mind of a donor Of the rhymes I’m the owner, love em like My Sharona But not everyone will bump em in their rider like Winona But its cool tho, i ain't mad at you I’m like Derulo Riding solo but the motto is the sentence is a pseudo See i fabricate in various combinations of vowels and consonants Drowning in compliments of those who frowning on my accomplishments Im grounded by my confidence in my common sense to comprehend I contradict my promises to be a conduit I’m a complicit like confluence Flow on top of the beat like I’m a condiment Don’t mean to condescend it ain't pretend that i demolish it But anyways lets get back to the matter at hand Like a battering ram my goals shattering my plans The question is what is the reason for my afflatus I feel like an ignoramus cuz I’m embarrassed to have to ask me this See I’m the happiest when my possessions aren’t the flashiest And I’m an activist with the aggression of a pacifist So many classicist antagonist cuz I’m an arriviste And like a fantasist I’m taking glances, Basilisk So all i see is death, but that keeps me inspired Can't be enticed by the crafty heart in harlots attire Yeah it’d be nice to be banging hard and starting the choir But ill be smart and harden my guard instead of sparking the fire It’d be insane cuz i got a ride or die in the frame But brothers wouldn’t blame cuz they know they all be feeling the same Im scared of fame cuz if all of these dames call my name Then it could culminate that i pollinate like its common place And do i feel like i got something thats so great to say That’d it’d be worth my own demise I’m vapor and i fade away Wearing Nikes and scoring J’s like Mikes fadeaway I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day Maybe its safe to say I’m not cut out to pave the way Maybe its safe to say I’m not cut out to pave the way I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day Ill roll the dice and play the game i hope its not in vain