Still Spittin

[Intro] [Verse 1: ForestPunk] Somebody told me I'm too young to be this sad The strugglin' must of messed with his brain or somethin' Long live the reckless and brave Cuz' dog I may be depressed, I ain't ever been 'fraid of nothin', fuck it Okay that was lie, sometimes I rap when I'm high And I exaggerate my actions, besides Who ever felt adequate with they fucken' status in life And never ended up trapped in they mind? I figure none So should I stay a scholar in idiocracy? Play the savior watching these kiddies follow me? Take these major dollars or keep all my indie sovereignty? When I just want to create the music that really got to me Young, smart and talented, livin' for the freedom of it Weedy cussin' at them fucken' schools that ain't teach me nothin' Every week in the school system Pay attention, your tuition to be in a youth prison, fuck that [Hook] Still spittin, still chef'n in the kitchen Still wearin' tims still givin' ass kickins [Verse 2: L.A.L.O] L-A-L-O, special child, who would of thought he would of buried smiles And left his heart under the darkest of the stormy clouds Chain smoker, alcoholic mister late bloomer Its been awhile but now Im back on it like paid hookers Sporadic and my minds vacant, isolated Its like Gods trapped in hells basement Spit an oasis, hoping to carry me home So I can put back the broken pieces that fell off of my soul Feel so awful Im broke, its like my brain sickness Contributed to my growth since the days of an embryo Hold up and wait a minute, this the same kid who ditched class as freshman? Sophomore years vodka sessions in the bathroom lifted? I've come a long way from the days when lessons Where found in a pair of handcuffs and my mamas stressin' Young kid in a big city Who knew that life would be a bitch and I would smack her silly, now really [Verse 3:ForestPunk] I just want a gold grill and a gundam for my backyard To laugh as I step on muhfuckas' when they act hard And cause so much commotion in my city I crash cars Every time I take a leap of faith on the black tar Puffin' weed in the cockpit, gettin' head by a queen A shinin' eye of horus in his brain Steady tourin' makin' music get euphoric when it bangs And fire under that ass bitch, torch it into flames These portraits is insane, phineas gage That nigga forest is the mayne, he's really deranged See he's the joker to your wayne, he's ahead of the curve Takin back what they stole and they never deserved, word Zadie Smith fornicated with some aliens And made this baby kid born to make it out this crazy shit Sick since I was born, ailments is in my genes Greatness in my pheromones like wailin' egyptian kings