lyrical massacre

this a dream,but i know it got ta work/
cuz im going for da top, like pot reversed/
haters thought i'd drop at first,yet imma sick man/
thinking why am i sinking like im built on some quick sand/
while neglecting my frown/
and dont c tired of waiting(weight-in) like im chekcing my pounds/
i been wrecking it down,i keep the heat wit me/
a crime ya boi got no shine, like pdiddy/
see fifty,cause da god is da best/
rejoicing at my funeral the way yall appluad to this death/
yes,im re-inverted wit love/
confidence neva been high like im allergic wit drugs/
and this hurted becuase,i had a breezy feeling/
pops would neva see me like im stevy's children/
buy my flows spared hits/
i'm tired of tread mill life, running going nowhere quick/