Boxing Without Gloves

Yeah
Boxing without gloves throwing the first punch
Your hurt plussing ready to search
Buy my tracks rotating world wide
Sorta like the earth does yeah.
Ready to burn But no need forgetting
You earn whatever i touch, turns dust.
State em. MC's ready to serve lunch
Discussing bad habits on a pat graphic
So I'm just painting a self portrait
You getting mad at it
Tracked at it
Like heroin uses but very diluted
Cause everyone's music is like bad static
And when the radios off I'm try a make it to the top
I'm just building my structure incase
That I drop but I'll start rising again
My mind is a sense to read between
The lines kinda like my guide with a pen
If this hungers gone then I'll find it again
Like damn, throw your hands up
Iike saying hi to a friend
I'm finding the hate no spying there fake
They spent a while to make my life hell
Now their tryna relate, but uh
There's only a very few that ever get to
Know me be aware that I choose to be very lonely
Never confused or let a phony get the best of me
Mentally cold
Generally stoned
Heavily blow weed
And I don't plan to let the music stop
And seriously I give a fk about who's on top
More like who should drop
And most of you cats would
Of earned your stripes by now
If only shoes were props
Hah