12am in San Francisco

[Verse]
Uh, these thoughts just had me feindin'
Cut up leather seats, ride to the V every weekend
That was back in 9-9 to 1-6
Found my hidden talent at rappin' like "What's this?"
This music is my all but to y'all it's "just words"
Life be gettin' crazy I'm too ahead of the curve
Lines so hot and I'm leavin' you niggas burned
Every record be a stone in my life that's been turned
And I ain't really witchu if your raps is all fake
Cause boy you really just be lyin' when you up in my face
Claimin' that you real, claimin' that you is
But you not homie cause homie you a hunnid percеnt bitch
Nah that ain't a diss that's just a fact lil' boy
Talkin' on the bird with all caps lil' boy
Y'all really not poppin', I'm someonе you not stoppin'
I could ruin your career when I'm 2-3, you John Stockton
Like a mechanic, I'm a pro with these tools
I see 'em and get to work to put up some real views
I been widit since I was just like sixteen
Yeah your song cool but your flow just ain't this clean
So miss me, with the bullshit, I'm on one
Don't diss me, load a full clip, I'm not done
That line was figurative for the ones who be lost, son
And I just, write these lyrics bitch, I'm hot, son
I'm tryna make a way for the people who never knew
The talent that they got, I uplift 'em for better view
Fuck wit me & get your top cut like the letter U
One thing I had to learn, don't focus on who's ahead of you
Surround yourself with real who bring out the best in you
These people always ask "Are you serious with the music?"
Why would I invest in it if I would never do it?
Y'all are really clueless, I'm breaking down barriers
I do this independent, y'all labels just fuckin' carry ya
I been had the bars homie I should be your carrier
Duckin' out the fades I'm seein' that you be scary huh?
I been at it, said it was automatic
Y'all really ain't listen? Get rid of them bad habits
Hoppin' on Tik Tok just to do ya lil' dance
And gain a couple fans that you be losin' in advance
Cause you couldn't keep it lit, and got hit with the rain dance
Stop it, ha, this really ya last warning
I don't even sleep, I write from night to morning
I keep the pen sharp but smooth just like a harp
Feelin' just kinda strange, I'm mystical with the art
High as fuck off that green, I'm movin' off stone time
Don't talk about masters cause trust me I own mine
Y'all claim to do it solo but got help the whole time
Killa on the West it's feelin' like old times
Had to take a breather with life and all that
Sometimes to let it go, you gotta just fall back
Careful how you move, we strapped like ballcaps
Y'all cling to melodies when really it's not rap
Aye I see, how you be when you runnin' low on E
I couldn't throw a D, just an F, you not a G
Tryna touch a M, while barely holdin' an H
They askin' for a name I tell 'em to start with J
A-R-I to the Dollasign bitch
I just had to spell it out to let y'all know who I is
Had to keep a tight grip, I'm ill, need medicine
I'll be a legend in my setting when this is all said and done