Listening Lamar lay low like lambo,
fight through the jungle like Rambo,
prisoned sentences dots and commas,
destined for degrees and diplomas,
cash rules everything around town,
still have a crown if my chips are down?
Burnt out like a 9 to 5,
808 confessions where I hide,
don't get too close it's dark inside,
waking up to things slept on,
looking for dawn in the teflon,
weight of words getting light,
counting the cost of kryptonite.

Smell what's cooking like dwayne,
hit rock bottom staying sane,
lost pace missing training,
how far back to where I lost track?
Memories like an over flow stack,
T'challa need vibranium,
wonder if I still have a cranium.

Only thing constant is change,
player just learn from the game,
two cents over a dime,
no way to go back in time.
Life ain't no marvel doctrine's strange.