I’m known to ravage my grammar,
so no one can come get my answers.

I'm damaged,
a rapping savage,
an avid addict, with habits;

in the midst of a challenge.
I pass after I puff it,

I love it,
split it
and roll it
and hit it
like the snooze button.

I’m winning
hitting homes run with
this little written, its lovely.

Sprinting to the finish,
where I diminish the lucky.

Luck is some talent but backwards,
don’t progress with your *** first.

Face first into pavement,
payment for these spitting actors.

I'm not a "goodfella"
but my dinero is stacked up.

A real hero in snake skin,
with some venom thats backed up.

This is the release of a beast,
thats been unleashed with some passion.

I gather up all my madness,
and wear it in a dope fashion!

I’m flashing
like the lights behind my car as it’s crashing.

I’m just shooting at the stars,
with a pistol and laughing.

My luck is on fumes,
God knows how long it's lasted.

Now I laugh at the fact,
at the thought that i ever had it!