Your direction is a lie.
Ice cold but they think that I'm on fire.
Get ya price coins now we're living like messiahs.
Like a light storm they see It when I'm writing.

Technically you'll die broke.
Yeah, ..you don't have nothing that I want.
Yeah, ..this is what I'd die for.
Rap, the feeling when It's my song.

Your confessions have arrived.
Reflections got you quiet.
The Da-vinci of my time.
Got me feeling like a god.
And I do not know why.