Alter Ego

YOP Yop right? UH Should I switch my whole swag to get people's attention Should I alter who I am cause of people's opinion steal your favorite rapper's flow if I think you would listen Middle finger to your thoughts, man, I'm keeping it Winston Hold the keys to the thing with the leaking transmission With the skills that'll get me the keys to the Benzes Haters throwin' salt, these niggas need to be bitches They be all about that drama, I keep to my business I'm a rookie but I speak from a seasoned position From the hood with the mind of a king or an emperor Tryna build an empire, just need me an empress My microphone is my scepter, my team is my henchmen Breaking bread, sipping wine, I feast with my niggas Haters from the outside wanna beef with a nigga I get on my 5-0, C-E-N-T with these niggas screaming war No white flag and no peace for these niggas Yeah, I'm on my team, tell em that, tell em that Grinding hard until I'm dead and laying flat On my back, did someone say Connecticut, we putting that on the map You ain't messing with my team, homie, we bad Michael Jack, Michael Jack, Michael Jack If you hatin', you can beat it 360, I'm in this game and I'm realizing my achievements Along with fighting my slumber I'm fighting with all my demons If they take me out tonight Just know I went out on my team, shit Team, shit I got my Shaka, symbol way up Sleeping on me, cool I'll just make sure you never wake up In addition to my passion, I'm doing this for the paper Drop Viagra in my batter I'm just trying to get my cake up Make the most of my existence Teachin' and learning lessons Cut loose ends out of your circle They're cancers to your progression Only way you can fail is neglecting to give an effort Don't be scared to get knocked down Just strive to remain erect And my confidence got me flexing Literally showing muscle, grinding hard Cause my success is only as great as my hustle Don't think you can't be touched dude quickest way to get touched On the way up, niggas Much rather hate you than show you love They pretend they never hated when labels hitting you up I suggest your middle fingers stay waving Don't give a fuck We making it out the slums That's word to my nigga, N8 And in this field, we running tracks That's word to my nigga, Jay I'm packing my bags, preparing to leave a life that I'm leading Allergic to failure I see that I'm succeeding or sneezing To say we livin' second rate is an understatement I had a partner almost lose everything trying to flee from policemen Fake niggas is misleading and women ain't nothing either And family will have you fucked over being your brother's keeper Losing touch with yourself cause you too busy playing keep up Following other people fuck happened to all the leaders Im me From the day my life started to the end of it A man is not defined by how many trends he sets But if I had to set one it'd be get your bread keep your fam straight, and never sell your soul to get ahead So should I switch my whole swag to get people's attention Should I alter who I am cause of people's opinions Steal your favorite rapper's flow if I think you would listen Middle finger to your thoughts, but I'm keeping it Winston Charles Keep it goin' I'm keeping it Winston I I I I'm keeping it Winston I'm keeping it Winston I I I I'm keeping it Winston Charles