I got rappers climbin' trees, honestly
I body the beat i hear from your wobbly knees,
I awkwardly seen you fall from the top branch,

You got caught, now your danglin by your pants,
I posted that on instagram, an ruined ur life plans
Every time i record another verse i losen my right hand

Thats anger leavin me,
As long as im breathin deep
Man my life is !#@*ING good

Unstoppable state of mind
So gimme another obstacle to climb
Stay on top of all the hype

Shinin' bright im magnesium set alight
A lot of people try connect with me
Acting loved up like yall on ectasy

I came up wit a master plan, to create a masterpiece,
Aparently im not good enough for blast the beat?!
But no catastrophe,

There no limits in my life, call me master p,
No rest for me until i rest in peace,
I got the recipe, ur only hear the best from me,

your only hear the best from me!
I can't socialise,
Clash of personalitys?

So i dont $#&@ wit no one else but myself
A couple mates and my family
The amount of times i told aaron im leavin' the game,

But we both know its all we know, so we believin' again
I'm steppin up the levels, pushin harder on the pedal,
Theres a brick under the brake, this ride aint gentle

You jus movin backwards,
like when i used to wear my t shirt over my long sleeve
surrounded by these whack mc wannabes, that aint got %#@! on me,

Used to be a lil %#@! scrappin all the time,
Gettin' chased by feds, In my defence I jumped the fence
To escape, met the ex at her estate,

turn the page, i curse the day, i burnt the haze,
now im in that circle phase,
Stuck in a cycle, they're tellin me it's vital,

That i pick up an read the bible,
But i jus need guy fawkes,
To blow my music up, before i loose it,

I gotta get it movin, fed up wit this stupid stuff
'Matt you cant rap, your from the Southwest and your not black'
Well ura sucker, Get slapped!

Now i got the upperhand, seal my bag of rhymes with a rubberband,
You must've planned, to stab my back,
Before i grabbed the bat,

I thought i didnt know real love,
So i left my chick broke her heart an broke mine,
I guess im jus a prick, another dickhead

Do you over, screw you over
But $#&@ it cos im blessed on the mic when i jump up on it,
I'm addicted to cronick ,

I wake up like yeah, im gonna quit today,
Then night falls an i sit an wait,
For the demons to come an keep me up all night,

So i sit an pray, but no response
I get no response,
Shakin' my head at them people, who boast upon,

How they rip the bong,
But you know wat, i guess we're all sinners,
Lets make a toast to wrong,

Cos you know what, we can't all be winners
You know what we cant all be winners
we can't all be winners