Until I Die (feat. Zavaro)

I started in the game
 On the grind and I still am
 All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
 Spit it real,
 And treat em like protected areas in Alaska
 Cus they about to know the drill man
 So fuckin illy that
 I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
 XR 20 or 30 milligrams
 Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
 Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
 Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
 All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
 Regardless of my fuckin heritage and nationality
 I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
 Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
 Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
 An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
 Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
 On the go hard diet I burn calories
 Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
 I've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
 Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
 Toss me on an island like fuckin Survivor casted me
 And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualty
 Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
 And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
 Successfull in one way or an other cus grammatically
 They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
 Got the fuckin Grim Reaper coming after me
 The good die young someone show me where the casket be
 I keep on moving forward
 With my head held high
 I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
 Ain't no use in stopping
 I got nothing left to hide
 I do this shit forever
 You couldn't stop me if you tried
 Nobody fuckin with my flow man
 Modern day Conan swords swinging in both hands
 Hip hop is all I know man dank
 Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin Slow Jam
 Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
 Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
 With that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
 Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers well
 My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
 And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
 I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
 Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
 All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
 I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
 Shane Mosley with punches fuckin your face up
 Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
 I keep on moving forward
 With my head held high
 I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
 Ain't no use in stopping
 I got nothing left to hide
 I do this shit forever
 You couldn't stop me if you tried
 I keep on moving forward
 With my head held high
 I do this shit forever or atleast until I die
 Ain't no use in stopping
 I got nothing left to hide
 I do this shit forever
 You couldn't stop me if you tried