Brimstone

I'm losing focus every day, I'm moving backwards

And rolling backwoods up

This situation would've never last in the past, so you're lucky I've been out of my zone

But I'm setting fire to brimstone, motherfuckers I've been on

They can't take the heat when they put my shit on

It's second nature to me, really, I'm about to reload

They need notice, reloaded, he's on and needs all this

I can't see, I can't breathe, I got that pressure on me

My pants reek, cause it's sitting in my pocket all day

Just last week, I was thinking it was time to call it

The fans needed someone who can really put they all in

You realize I'm never rhyming with violence

Until I pull the pin and toss this fucker inside this

Room gon' go, boom, before the blink of an eyelid

The smoke clears from the ash and rubble he rises

We the ones, we the ones

Making moves in the nighttime, looking like we fight crime

Moving with a superhero like mind

Gotta' paint a picture so you motherfuckers realize

We the ones, we the ones

Did it by ourselves, we ain't never need a handout

Mama always told me I was handsome

Now we bout to go and run the motherfucking bag up,

I'm losing focus every day, I'm moving backwards

And rolling backwoods up

This situation would've never last in the past, so you're lucky I've been out of my zone

But I'm setting fire to brimstone, motherfuckers I've been on

They can't take the heat when they put my shit on

It's second nature to me, really, I'm about to reload

They need notice, reloaded, he's on and needs all this

This shit about to blow your motherfucking face off

Then you see what happens when you leap and quit your day job

Working for myself and family, now I know that pay off

You see me stacking chips on my cheese, I guess I made off

Baby, off this music, can't account for the impressions

Free to be my person, be my army through expression

Made an impact though I struggle with depression

My life got bland like a salad with no dressin'

Come up out the gutter, motherfucker, that's impressive

Smoke a cross joint down to its intersection

Pass it off now cause I'm a little bit perplexed, and how'd they make this shit happen

I used to call myself a rapper, now we really rapping

I went from wearing flat bills, now I'm no cappin'

Singing lots of dope hooks, I had to keep it slappin'

Cause shit way different now than it was way back then, yuh

I'm losing focus every day, I'm moving backwards

And rolling backwoods up

This situation would've never last in the past, so you're lucky I've been out of my zone

But I'm setting fire to brimstone, motherfuckers I've been on

They can't take the heat when they put my shit on

It's second nature to me, really, I'm about to reload

They need notice, reloaded, he's on and needs all this