[Verse: Rav]
I never fucked with y'all, you got a lot of vibes to kill
When I cut half of all you off, I became twice as chill
My music twice as ill, my rhymes ignite a fighter's will
I fall sometimes and cry, but deep inside I know I'll climb this hill
One day I'll die, until then, I will find my thrills behind this mic
And restless mind with both eyes closed behind the wheel, uh
I'll make you wanna pull the fucking mic out and then write a will
You suckers might claim that you high on life, but then you bite the pill
My appeal is the fire not concealed
I'm a riot shield, got a lot of time to kill
Ride and die, ya feel?
Might just go and rhyme with Bill
Microphones or die a mil
I am not a fraud or a God, homie, I am real
Posted on the throne, these jesters ask me how that iron feel
Searching for some clues all these dudes hoping that I reveal
I am getting higher still, smoking on the grass
I am Tyson, real talk
One thing though is I won't kneel

In my memory banks, I store the info
That pertains to surface level conversation
Answers, follow-ups, and tropes
My mental palate ain't accustom to anything deeper than the surface
And thus when I try to swallow it, I choke
In truth, I'm sick of shallow sentiments
And talks regarding people's personal perceptions
They feel hollow, they erode my sense of self
So I don't follow them no more
No, I don't follow them
Gazing through the glass with the borrowed grin, yeah