All the fame in the rap game

(Verse 1)
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition,
You don't care if it's eighty degrees, you’re missin’ air conditioning,
Can't see me, hair frizzin’, I’m spittin’ truth,
Snatch the mic from him, let me go in uncouth,
That rap was tight? Yeah, that’s just a start,
I’m 'bout to spit the greatest verse, tear your world apart.

(Chorus)
All this fame, it's a twisted game,
Guess I got a way with words, it ain't the same,
I could get away with murder, feel the pain,
Stuck in this cycle, man, driving me insane.

(Verse 2)
Back to the lab, scribble out your lines,
I see ears perk up, man, it’s spazzin' time,
Sicker than most, got a flow that’s a crime,
These whack cocksuckers can’t handle my rhymes.
Get 'em off the stage, where the fuck is Ye?
I’m here to hit back, no time to play,

(Chorus)
All this fame, it's a twisted game,
Guess I got a way with words, it ain't the same,
I could get away with murder, feel the pain,
Stuck in this cycle, man, driving me insane.

(Verse 3)
Hold the mic like a pistol, squeeze real tight,
I shoot from the hip, in this lyrical fight,
Lips lit with the smoke, like it’s nicotine,
Trigger me and Slim gets mean, you know what I mean,
Man, this shit's heavy, got the world on my back,
Fame's a fickle bitch, and I’m ready to crack.

(Chorus)
All this fame, it's a twisted game,
Guess I got a way with words, it ain't the same,
I could get away with murder, feel the pain,
Stuck in this cycle, man, driving me insane.

(Verse 4)
Feeling overwhelmed, like I'm lost in the fray,
Cursed with this talent, but it leads me astray,
Every step I take, feels like quicksand,
This rap game’s a jungle, but I’m still the man.
Haters wanna bring me down, watch me rise,
Fuck your approval, I’m spitting fire, no disguise.

(Chorus)
All this fame, it's a twisted game,
Guess I got a way with words, it ain't the same,
I could get away with murder, feel the pain,
Stuck in this cycle, man, driving me insane.

(Verse 5)
So I’m trapped in this maze, can’t find the way out,
All this glamour and glitz, but I’m filled with doubt,
Chasing dreams while I’m drowning in this fame,
Yelling fuck this shit, but I’m stuck in the game.
So I spit like a beast, unleash the rage,
This is my story, I’m burning the page.

(Chorus)
All this fame, it's a twisted game,
Guess I got a way with words, it ain't the same,
I could get away with murder, feel the pain,
Stuck in this cycle, man, driving me insane.

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