Prouder stares practice perfection, cause clapping from backing confessions, but backwards tackles was a rap in capsules, toast a Snapple from feeling grappled, and crave for many, we just don't get plenty, so schizophrenic, we feeling skinny, now I'm back in the poster room with a vocal tune, try to come at me with a roast, I'm dosing and coasting soon, Industry, they were closing soon, I fight for mine, with the sports endorsing my rhymes, quarters, nickels, and dimes, and slanging dope was a no no, they gather keys and the photos, and bring the po po, so tell the cholo that's wearing polo, I was a no show, cause both know, we taste no glory, till we get real priority, and get to tell the story, bout distortion that kills our portions, and causes torching, with progression a steady lesson for all our sources, get the forces from all the corpses and ask the question, are we here really testing or are we only guessing, bout a deal and return that chooses sealed or burned, cause when you hold no concern, hate is the thing you learn.