(that's poo) I’m fucking individualistic that’s why they’re tripping no drugs in my system I shall stay by my smithern I can’t get knocked of my pivot just like a pilot on a trip staring down at the ocean dialling numbers to sink their ship (I hear a sound) he tried to up I’m faster wit it everbody runs but when its time dump I stay moving stragetic (move strategic) masterminds inside my brain they competing you can’t ever reach my line read between the lines before I break your spine visioning my idealistic prime where I upped every nine I still spit in my rhymes I’m not playing gta 5 but my eye’s in the sky (grah) like a bird I let semis fly gliding in an all black fit a Scorpio who is disguised the soaring wind transforms into fire when my passion reignites dashing in Manhattan with a stash of handy glocks chasing oppositions tempted to release all I got level headed each play so any way it goes I stand solely on my toes I tie my eyes tight as I gaze at the top I can’t join no snitches fuck fucking with cops (snitch-K) fly in the bezelli I’m hiding my image I’m throwing shade while their in pain it is no scrimmage I’ll burst their bubble of clout chasing this life has got me speed racing racks up in their duffel bag I can’t ever hit a lick just to brag its like my dick is in their mouths shooting as they gag if you spot mini men in cabs you better keep a rack its equally the same as becoming a pack and my bro you should know that you don’t want that I’m real and individualistic realism seems to be a myth some moments I save for night time bright lights flick I click down on the switch all I see are the dark memories in sight with usb sticks plugging cables oppositely of how I detach quick Now i got the slab and I'm sitting over here I hear the deuce in my ear reviewing my stats while I sip taking a drink of beer I’ll build my life filled with joy instead of tears I don’t have the time for crying my light out a real built bro built made of quadruple layers so mate you cannot play me I sit with an eighty my whole mind is so shady its prolly because lately lifes felt kind of lazy no smoke in my mind only on streets shits crazy going pro in my own way I’ll do it all at my own pace a couple demons in my state I’m not acting like tay K no races I never trip up my aura I lift it up without tying my laces other people think dumb its as if they’ve been cloned but my mind runs fluid nothing but pure thoughts I don’t post what I’m doing no one can’t waste my day was never taught to sway this way I just stayed in my own lane early mornings aren’t my thing I prefer low rakes I feel here and then my mind unlocks other times I keep it locked if you think to piss me off load my chop your mind unlocks I’m real and individualistic realism seems to be a myth some moments I save for night time bright lights flick I click down on the switch all I see are the dark memories in sight with usb sticks plugging cables oppositely of how I detach quick

That's crazy bro (individualistic song PT1)