Note To Se1f Lyrics

Mic check, how do the vocals sound

This right here is a note to self

Don't let anybody throw you out

Last I checked you don't joke around

Imma tell you you do not want this

Cause I got you up in my optics

So the minute you wanna get toxic

You only got one option

Run when the drums come in

Imma make an assumption

You cannot stomach this

808s sounding thunderous

You cannot be messing with me

When I'm penning these rhymes effortlessly

Watch your back when treading on me

Got a tendency to sever these beats

You oughta get it right

I'm slaughtering the mic

A monster in the night

Darker than the Gotham Knight

Won't take back what I say

I'll aim back then I'll spray

No way that I will break

I came back from the days

Where everyone doubted me

I know undoubtedly

Everyone doubting me

Fed the flame down in me

To gimme me the fire

To climb and get higher

So they can admire

The one who cannot get tired

You don't live my life or walk in my shoes

It's no wonder why I chop in the booth

Until I die I'm jotting my truth

I am alive and God is my proof

Ain't no way I'll tell em my goals

Y'all react like I'm selling my soul

I'm not claiming that I'll sell out my shows

But my standards, are held up high though

Not saying I won't go to college

I just got more than one option

Should've known that there ain't no stopping

Me from getting it popping

Woah, I kill a beat, I kill a verse

A killer bee, I been averse

Of feeling week, I'm feeling sure

My pen elite, y'all been a curse

No stopping me, y'all obsolete

Cannot compete, with a god emcee

Got a constant need, of godly beats

So I can body beats, Get off of me

Everyone quiet now

We needing silence now

For the beat that's lying down

In the earth, I was it's final round

I've told you I am a killer

In the booth there's nobody iller

When I write there's never a filler

This song's so scary, call it a thriller

No Michael Jackson

Yes I know I might go savage

I've been a psycho back when

They said I might be average

Might go to college, Get my masters

Use my knowledge, To be a master

Be a top ten, All time rapper

So I guess college, really matters

Ain't no way I'm gonna drop out

Been through pain still never copped out

Came in the game and it is on lock down

I got the keys I cannot be locked out

Gimme the accolades

All of ya have to change

Cause that what you rappers say

A lot of ya are mad deranged

I rap about my experience

If I don't, then I am delirious

I know that, I been furious

Cause y'all act like I'm mysterious

I could rap about days with the doctors

Saying that I'd need a walker

But I shoved those demons inside a locker

But y'all don't care about that, shocker

I'm going bonkers, out of my head

Off of my rocker, sick with the lead

I finna conquer, I finna end

All of them monstas, off with ya head

This a testimony

All of y'all hella phony

I been invested only

In God cause he extra holy

I seen the struggle

The season for hustle

These demons are trouble

They seasoned my knuckles

Been bobbing and weaving

Been wanting the feeling

To stomp on a beat and

Be chopping like N9na

I'm a quiet guy

But I might apply

My whole violent side

When I'm by the mic

I do not want a vendetta

But if you want one you betta

Go get an effing beretta

Cause I'm not one to let up

If you starting some drama

You betta go to ya mama

Cause I swear on my mama

I am not one to knock on

I do not want a vendetta

But if you want one you betta

Go get an effing beretta

Cause I'm not one to let up

If you starting some drama

You betta go to ya mama

Cause I swear on my mama

I am not one to knock on

Loving the tension

Hating attention

Counting my blessings

I'm never stressing

Learning some lessons

Can't be content with

People preventing

My plan of ascension

I've spent a minute

Being the sickest

Despite the disses

I am still winning

You get what you gave

And your getting hate

Don't get in my way

I finna go cray

You've never heard this side of meI got hurt inside of me

Got burdens to the side of me

Prolly cursed just at the sight of me

I be spitting that heat though

It's easy just like a free throw

Finna get green calling me Cee Lo

This is a game I got that cheat code

Mic check, how do the vocals sound

This right here is a note to self

Don't let anybody throw you out

Last I checked you don't joke around

Imma tell them they do not want this

Cause I got em up in my optics

So the minute they wanna get toxic

They only got one option

Run