Freestyle

Mind slipping in and out of reality.
If I keep this up my career will become a causality.
All these problem I have can't kill me, immortality.
Not saying I'm the illest in the booth.
Not saying I can burn you before you count to 2.
What I know is in my rhymes I try and stay true.
But to be honest I already know I'm realer than some of you.
Try and dis me in your raps and see what I'll do.
Your tracks I beat it.
In songs I kill it.
Dope bars I spit it.
Mad money I'll make it.
In the game I'm winning.
People's fans I'm taking.
Got they heads spinning.
At their rap career I'm aiming.
Bang!
Whip 'em with the chain.
Making so much money hell I can make it rain.
To be honest I don't write rhymes for the fame.
I write these lines to prove I can get in the game.
Once I do, I'll be a beast who can't be tamed
and I swear in these lyrics I will ruin ya name.
I'm god's gift.
I'm positive.
I try and use my words to express myself instead of using my fists.
Everyone loved me when I started.
My rhymes are stupid dumb so all my fans are retarted.
I'm done.