Full of It

God damn Gotta new thang God damn I'm the man Make you wanna copy Too bad Got bands by the whole stack Cold fans in the back got the whip up and it's all black Gold getter but you know that Lotta noise - felt the pity Get the kitty but there's no cat On the low - where the ghost at On the low, On the low- where the ghost at When he isn't posted You go in and grab another notebook, pen Don't flinch With the window open I'm in a coat Cause I'm cold and I'm soaked in shit Then I go figure when I post it Toast to the winner Hold this I'm boasting, a little bit of both Got the lyrics and I put the flows in All of these emotions Got me feeling hopeless Am I really chosen Or is the dream broken Tryna stay in focus Tunnel vision closing Got em in my scope then I don't give a f*** about the potion! Competition really thinning think I'm outta business Damn Good thing I been locked up in the kitchen Kind of wondering where I would be at if I didn't Damn Probably locked up in the kitchen Whatchu talking about? You Only 20 why you talking loud Boo hoo Getting lonely cause I'm buzzin' now Who knew That I love it and I fuck it now Back at it Full of bags Everything intact Feeling bad For not getting Patted up on my back And the aftermath Of a album Could never last So I'll dabble a bit And laugh on it til I pass it Half of this shit I mastered Without having to ask no one yet they feeling bad for the kid Guess you can say I'm full of it.