No more

I tried to hold my own, safe face, maintain

The only light in my tunnel is this freight train

Moving at the speed of karma, it’s insane

One minute you’re on top, next you’re in flames

Burn like embers on this solitude

What happened to the yes men that surrounded you?

What happened to loyalty, respect and gratitude?

Vultures, when they thought you had something they surrounded you

Horde of vampires, drain you of your own well beings

Stepping on necks on the quest to become king

Cutthroats, turncoats, manifest like dope fiends

Insult to injury, choke with their own hall strings

Enemies of the worst kind, souls black like shoeshine

Nature of the hater – perpetrator, they consume time

666 metaphorically their true sign

Trust me, you will see them and receive them all in due time

Enemies

I can’t take this – no more

This is my life – not yours

So what the fuck are you hatin for?

I must be something you can’t ignore

I keep on pursuing the suited and as if

The real person in Prozak are congruent as in there’s 2 of them

Connected at the souls, symbolic the black hole

The secretly seeking dominance, ominous control

Nowhere to turn next, thoughts are out of context

Life is out of focus and I’m hopin to survive this

Depression, lost my way, no direction

Well under midst of career resurrection

Shed a tear for my form of reflection

You fell victim in the battlefield of deception

Well on the quest to keep it real, he been steppin

Through the landmines of his own mind’s invention

Wolves in sheep’s clothing, deceitful screen smoking

Evil is omnipotent, it’s all-seeing, all-knowing

Keep your eyes open for bad signs and omens

Or get fed to the lions like ancient times of Romans

For real though

I can’t take this – no more

This is my life – not yours

So what the fuck are you hatin for?

I must be something you can’t ignore

Like a jack of all trades and a king with no subjects

Renegade to the game, I’m looking ‘round like what’s next

Been through it all, man from stolen ideas

To shady record labels tryna put bullets through my career

And even some of my peers, who weren’t as they appeared

Back stabbing faggot rappers who hold themselves dear

But it stops here

I’m on top, I’m back again, it’s a new year

For the focus and dedication, I’m your worst fear

To see me shining and grinding

Through the core of the storm and it’s on, I keep lightning

I’mma keep writing, keep performing and keep fighting

Keep spiting, you industry whores, while crowd hyping

I can’t take this – no more

This is my life – not yours

So what the fuck are you hatin for?

I must be something you can’t ignore