Stuck in the same position and I can't really move
It's like terrible ass musicians while I'm trying to snooze
Harder to make decisions
Indecisive when I choose
Transitions of all these visions
Always got me confused
At my mind with the repetition
Of throwing all these predictions
I can never listen and I try to improve
But that's fiction and in reality I'm mostly amused
By the competition that should of quit soon
Or be abused
And I could be tripping but I just wanna do a little different
On a mission and driven to breaking all of these limits
Using this minute and thirty seconds to end your existence
Just from verbally spitting
I do it from many distance
Constantly and consistent with never any persistence
Always was depending on someone else's assistance
Wasn't really speaking cause I would always say something different
Used to resist all the risks but now I'm fully committed
This is a figment of my imagination
And I'm making the statement to all y'all hating
I don't care for your opinion
Just need this pen and paper where most of my rhymes are written
With so many bars I think I could build a prison
To lock up all these bitches
And now i'm just contradicting
Doesn't really matter cause there was no fucks I ever given
Make you wanna rewind me back and figure out my lyrics
You can now if you want