Train Of Thought

Now let me take you for a ride in my train of thought
One time for your mind, 'cause my brain is lost
I’m insane when I rhyme, lines razor-sharp
So stay away from the mic, or I’ll fillet you, dawg
Nowadays, rappers say the same things in songs
«Gold chains, weed ablaze, chase babes, and cars»
Do your thing, but I can’t relate to y’all
'Cause I only chase broads with serrated saws
And only thing I’ll set ablaze is your grandma
And use a chain to restrain the dame to the damn wall
And I drive a white van with a mask on
In that case, I do relate to your stupid-ass song
I’m not one to take a nap on; keep your lamp on
Or I’ll sneak in through your backyard into your pad, dawg
Kill your mom, sister, dad, all y’all and your damn dog
Better build a rampart if you don’t listen to my rap songs
Let’s be honest, my bars are the bomb, man
Got feds watching the shit that I spit
Thinking my mind is connected to ISIS
But I’ll stand behind my bars like I’m already a convict
So when you hear my voice
Turn it up, I deliver like a pizza boy
I’m authentic, I’m the motherfucking real McCoy
Put my shit on repeat, and keep repeating like Marina Joyce
Just take notice that I’m making motions
Like a train, but with way more loco motives
Rose up from a broken home with
No one but my chode and lotion
I’ll take the mic you’re holding
From right under your nose, man
And set alight the whole damn crowd below me
Cause my flows explosive
You know the kid who used to write poems
At school, in class, who couldn’t focus
And a heart so cold, it grew frozen
Had a gift that no one had noticed
Cause nobody seemed to know him
And every word he said was unspoken
They were written in a notepad
But now you hear it through your headphone jack
And now, people wanna say they know me
Oh, now foes wanna claim we’re homies
Now you stuck-up bitches wanna bone me
«Bros» turned phony, hoes just horny
It’s funny, things changed when I started rhyming
Chicks doing what I say, but my name ain’t even Simon
Step into the game, make a motherfucker time out
If you tryna play with me, better put the time in
What is there to say, I like runnin my mouth
I’ma put a couple miles in
Man, if I were you, I’d lock my child up, confined in solitude
'Cause I’ll light the kid on fire and invite you to the barbecue
You better listen now, motherfuckers, or I promise you
You’re gonna come to find he’s on the news or on a noose
If he jamming to my music, I’ll give him bad habits
I’m a bad influence
Simple bitch-slapping, open fire on a school shit
When it comes to rapping, possibilities are numerous
I raise the motherfucking bar along with hell, so, don’t step to me, rook
I’m leaving rappers impaled with my deadly hooks
Desiigner, Uzi, Meek Mill be especially shook!
'Cause XXL just a recipe book