my flow goes, no holdin back
I run around with my soul intact
I lift off on my jetpack
my swisher rolled and I smoke that wrap
you could see my life in everything I write right down
the day you don't Ill put the mic down
I fuck around with the realest sound
the beauty of the art is
even in the lifeless
work of art, the artist
still exists inside it
you could see my mind everytime I confide it
and you would still find it even if I tried to hide it
so I never try, I testify
too real, cant tell a lie
my flow feel so edified
posted up, eatin cheddar fries
at Miustard's last, I touch the past
so fire cuz Im puffin grass
you know I got so high it wouldn't take much to make me laugh
but I dont know what happened
where'd it go from there?
life just moves so fast and
I was unprepared
I was in love last year
now Im sittin here
thinkin bout the breakup and how life is so unfair, but

even though the clock is runnin down, I run around
I don't wanna live in fear, I wanna live in style
even tho sometimes I frown, Ill return your smile
this life is really goin down, make it worth your while

call me Hades, cuz I want your soul
in the music, just lose control
fuck a technical skill, because its very boring
and fuck the sound of the 90s in 2014
its time to innovate, somethin that I never heard
Im a fan of Lil B I put that on my word
it doesnt mean that biggie smalls isnt dope no more
but he was dope in 94, kid, grow up
Ima ween you off the bottle
I can be the perfect model
citizen of chicago so my soul is precious cargo
I feel like Im in Fargo, walkin around Montana
violate my embargo and Ill feed the woodchipper your bandana
this is officially a no wack zone,
that means most you other rappers need to go back home
All I play is Kool Keith while I drink patron
and I bump Lil Bibby on my cell phone
you might not see the relevance
you might not see how this relates to the chorus
you might think that Im just stuntin on some bullshit
but you might have missed the statement

even though the clock is runnin down, I run around
I don't wanna live in fear, I wanna live in style
even tho sometimes I frown, Ill return your smile
this life is really goin down, make it worth your while

who do you call bout the painting on the wall when the artist is dead
and you want an interpretation of what he meant
but all youve got is what he said?
yourself motherfucker
call on your self motherfucker

youre the one who injects the meaning into the work
based on your own life experiences
preferences and points of view
I cant hold your hand for you
go listen to young eternal and tell me what the fuck it means