On My Grind

Alienated and in a bind , yes i'm Alienated afraid to medicate it Aliens invaded I've been taken in they spaceship Lets face it i'm faded Why even make it If when you make it you erase it How many times you gotta make it Before you make it Why is this white boy All over the track like he racing Safe to say it's just my anxious ways Anyways thank ya Thank ya for your compliment If your compliment was a continent I end up bombing it I show no mercy I don't spit a verse I vomit it , blame it on these bitches Switch the program You are now looking at The abdominal snowman Artist with a heart as cold as ice is It's the hardest When you deal with meningitis On the nightly I'm the farthest thing from content I'm intent to do my darnedest on this I'm as honest on this As i am when i am off of it Nodding in and out , I'm Never running out , outta rhymes They say that I'm out , outta line I done did a lot , wooo i done did a lot of lines I don't do a lot , na i don't do a lot of lying I do this shit all , yeah i do this shit all the time I do this for all , yeah i do this for all of mine If you see me out , then you see me out On my grind Right off the jump Real name no gimmicks Mickey make a mark of a flow That a mark will only mimic I should be placed inside An insane asylum clinic Or whatever the fuck That is until i learn my limits I got bars enough To make the hardest lifer grimace and All I keep on hearing is You gotta have an image it's As vital to the business As in which it is you market it Not everyone will be your audience You target it , says the critic in the cardigan Dawg , This is how you Wind up starting an argument with me You'll be taking so much shit from me Afterwards you'll be charged With felony larceny Grand theft auto How i keep a full arsenal on me Roll up on you the filling in my salami Never saw me coming come once I never come again kamikaze Crashing in on the hook Riding in on my tsunami Nodding in and out , I'm Never running out , outta rhymes They say that I'm out , outta line I done did a lot , wooo i done did a lot of lines I don't do a lot , na i don't do a lot of lying I do this shit all , yeah i do this shit all the time I do this for all , yeah i do this for all of mine If you see me out , then you see me out On my grind This is twenty pounds Of supersonic chronic Stuffed in the trunk of a Honda On the interstate Through some finesse And throw in just a little bit of luck Yeah , my drive is unmatched No one is in the passenger seat to hassle me Got nothing but water up in my cup I move on the low Like the mother fucking plug I don't want anyone Paying attention to me by how i look Don't blink when you look me In the eye , understood Okay okay okay It might be my fault I might be a bit of a hothead Along with being a little bit out of touch I can't remember the last time That i got myself a massage it's Been weighing heavy on my conscience It's been leaning me to one side Got me looking like I'm nauseous By myself in my room Mirroring lyrical collages Nodding in and out , I'm Never running out , outta rhymes They say that I'm out , outta line I done did a lot , wooo i done did a lot of lines I don't do a lot , na i don't do a lot of lying I do this shit all , yeah i do this shit all the time I do this for all , yeah i do this for all of mine If you see me out , then you see me out On my grind