Small Mind:
I’m under line
mothafuckers think I’m blind
guess I’m small-minded
with a new orleans state of mind
I’mmmmm still fighting till I’m all right
what the fuck you thinking that I talk like

small kid. small city
the end to my finesse ain’t authentic
the crib at the address still all messy
the kinect to my ex still all in it
but I aint playing games here
cause I’m getting what I came here for
I ain’t supposed to be here
but fuck it. still kicking ass when i’m taking these names here
all these other lames swear they got the upper hand
but I’m funny got em dancing and doing the running man
thought I would be dead by now
I did too, but I’m still gone rip you
and anyone you influenced
I’m a straight pound for pound pitt bull
the pound’s full and it’s cruel
I spit drool and crack whips with a pistol
a dead soul and not a muhfuckin dead pool

I’m westside til I’m deadside
what’s a fallen king to an ozai
what’s a human to a super saiyan
and what’s a fire tyrant to a dead eye

still a strong hater but hey man
not really much for me to change that
still scream oh no like wayne track
all I can do is prove that I can rap

Born Loser:
Late night inspiration stays coming from a different place
like how much I really let get to me bout how many victories I get to taste
or how many friends that I’ve yet to lose?
or how many L’s have I seen this week
I’d rather them thoughts be put to use, instead of sucking on my soul like a leech
like here let’s run it through the track with this process nonsense boogie rap
like how many people wanna use me bad and then get upset when I rudely snap
like hey bruh you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
now you wanna talk about me losing with the pen when I used to be the reason you were transporting
but now you wanna transform. think you’re so big but to me you’re ant form
I’m like Hulk-sized you’re ant man you’re only vicious as a tyga who likes tran porn
like please. fuck the calm, bring the storm. let it known, please be warned
that I ain’t playing anymore with this either or. wait hold up. what are you screaming for?
anyways back to the rap back to the track
back to the pick up and gathering of slack
and I apologize to all of you
because I know I have a tendency to back track
oh yeah the storm , when the rain and the clouds hit
I’ll be like Kill la Kill except the outfit
I’ll stay dry like the drought hit
that don’t make sense but go with it, it’s clout, yeah?
anyways, it’s time to go hard
killin with metaphors, similes, bars
weapon of choice is a neumman u87 on a stand and that’s what I’m armed with
execution is lawless. style’s beyonce it’s flawless
just cause I don’t play ball. it’s not like it’s cancer it’s not like I ball less
I’m more like Dick Grayson after he was Robin and he turned into Nightwing
or mad and adjacent to Jason after the Joker struck him and made his light sing
Cause to me there’s no imitation especially no invitation to my dream
but life’s just a game huh? I’m like Kirito and y’all are gonna fear me when I’m fighting
I was Born a Loser but I swore the future was a new time
after putting on laughter for y’all I looked in the mirror said you shine
and in due time, everything will fall in place but until then I’m evolving straight out this loser face