Runaway Slave

Yeah
I ain't going lie, this shit getting easy
Yeah
I'm connected by the 3
Health, Wealth, Royalty
Thought I didn't have the wave
Yet you still tryna be me
I could never be they slave
Never did no kissing feet
My mind be working every hour
I can never get no sleep
Became a master of my thoughts
Medula is a slave for me
Can't let that run away
Praying for them sunny days
Know I need a fucking break
Stuck inside this hungry stage
Treading through another page
Turn a scripture to a flame
Turned a god into a name
I see it when I hit the stages
Rages when they scream my name
Unlocked all those cages
It's amazing how I learn the game
Look at how they did me
Left me chilly
Fucking right I changed, I had to
I soil industry plants
Them crackers want me to dance
Just kiss my ass in advance
My raps rancide
Taking my chances
Taking them risks and you cannot panic
It's hard to manage
I'm planning and planning and planning and planning
Yeah
Ain't no plan B's around here
Lack of motivation
Shit like a disease around here
Pulling teeth around here
I can't have it
You say you want it
Let's see what you do when someone snatch it
What's going happen when you facing life or death
All you want to do is rest
The Devil tracing all your steps
You just trying to catch your breath
The reaper saying that you next
God is steering, I ain't tripping if we speeding and I wreck
Thats just how i'm living
Don't idol dove's
They just blonde pigeons
I get ahead inside them time fissions
You going to have to end my road to detour my vision
I swerve on the rough terrain that's just how i'm driven
Scribble down my thoughts and then I conjure them into paper planes
I'm getting stoned watching How It's Made
Thankful for another day
Spit the shit so stupid make a hater do the sour face
Chess pieces moving
Every hour make another play
Add it up
Transfer that
Money low
Pockets fat
Up and down
Front to back
Falling off
Back on track
Making calls
Get them wacked
Another sale
Flip the pack
Toe to toe
Tic for Tac
Yeah
I been a God just look how I create
I got my fate inside my hands that's not up for debate
You lost control and point and blame and I cannot relate
See you be sitting on your ass and think you going get saved
Huh
By who
You will never become idol if your idle
I know the judge is never lenient with that gavel
He going give you triple sentence like a poet with a Haiku
Yeah
Shit getting to easy
Huh
Yeah