[Verse 1: Noam P.]
Truth be told I fell for thinking my life is a trip
So instead of being humble I just flew because I’m sick
Thought about ending this road like a dead end or a cliff
So I did jump off that cliff and I’ve been falling ever since
And I been on my shit since I did that flea
My flow derives from art, and its been driving my heart
Wish a nigga would I need competition to spark
Man, I wish a nigga would I never hear’em when they bark
Trying do the Heidi Klum and leave all of this ugly
Seal my fate and only wait for what might be above me
Yeah, that’s where I’m headed for what I might be above me
They all dancing with the devil, that new teach me how to dougie
Why am I blue? cuz they cripple my dreams
Looking for the green so I don’t fall when they leave
But like a Piru all they lies I done read
So when they cry or yell a wolf, I just leave’em to be dead
I don’t need competition yet I do really need it
Need it to improve then eventually defeat it
They just need to upgrade ever now and later
So I could chew these fruit mothafuckas, waver my paper