Return of Simba (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] Me and Disaster drawn together I swear I need an eraser I'm tryna chase the paper, I swear that shit is evasive Stress has settled in, I'm tryna stick to my objectives But stuck on anti-depressants Escaping my adolescence... And I'm screaming why me Ain't no stickers on my stitchin, still niggas gon try me If I ran I wonder if you niggas finna find me My team is behind me Or just me and Wiley... I'm still runnin til I'm seein green I'm a fiend of that fuckin Irene By the time I get clean, I'mma be a fuckin great Big ups if you with the team, and nigga fuck you if you ain't Make no mistake nigga I'm a boss of trades Got my teeth grimy on the grind, we can floss for days Real niggas listenin' strictly from recognition Aw shit, you ain't a fan? You lookin' awful strange I'mma be a king, that's something I had knew at birth And now I'm tryna get some dollars 'fore the dollar lose it's worth I might risk losin my mind, cause I ain't tryna lose the earth We should be tryna make a change, we just tryna do shit first Been here, but I'm back, crucified with heavy nails 10 year time lapse, Veggie Tales to reggie sales Robbed for my bud out a transformers backpack And now I'm in a wave of hella niggas bringin rap back My pure determination, muhfuckas can't match that The speed of my drive, muhfuckas can't catch that Scratch that Boy I'm in a new league of elitists Black tees, jeans and some new Jeremy Scott Adidas Slavin for my freedom, shit is so oxy moronic Rather work for my goals then be workin at a Sonic's Put this on a record bitch And bleep out all the explitives I thought I was in heaven, well I guess it's all relative