The Time Travel

[Verse]
It used to be simplistic, now it's all about the image
Fuckboys and twitter beefin, all about the riches
You release shit, get bad reception, start callin' out the critics
Yet the work you did shouldn't of took a small amount to finish
Yeah I'm on the top but started out with crawlin out the trenches
And climbin up the ladder, puttin you all up outta business
Now you all about to witness, how godly I am at this shit
Y'all act like pro skaters but prolly can't ollie over benches
I remember back to the days, passin the j's
Lookin for the wrappers, parents stashed em away
Packin pot into an apple, rollin up with gum wrappers
Get a heavy buzz w my cousins have fun after
But I feel I've run outta laughter, I'm losin' my touch
Cause since then I've felt that what I'm doin is much
Confusin as fuck
All I want's a break, I just go stupid and nuts
Runnin straight at others heads, no jukes and no ducks
What the fuck? One minute I'm on a drake type beat
Next minute I'm on boom bap, man that ain't like me
I guess it's my versitality, verses I burst em out of me
Your mentality's fucked if you think it won't hurt to battle me
It will, the skill I've contained, can kill shit for days
Y'all tried to burn my bridges down, but still it remains
A villian who's caged, if I die, no one can fill in my space
I'll take over the world, just hand me a drill and a mase
I'll admit it, goddammit, some of my tracks are just nonsense
I make em up so y'all can vibe, man I have to be honest
Cause I ain't lyin' to the listeners
I'm a lion with no whiskers
I do this shit for fun, y'all are just after the profit
It's 2017 I gotta make my mind, and go with it
No more back and forth crap, it's time to fuckin own this shit
Throwin bricks at these haters, y'all bitches can blow my dick
It's the king of the craft, old school I'm bringin it back
16 years old, still slingin the hash
This a hobby motherfucker you just singin' for cash
So cross me I'm beatin your ass, in the street then I dash
Almost a year passed, since I was released; freedom at last
Would be rich if I had a nickel for every teacher I had
That'd get heated & mad, because I kept leavin their class
To go to the lunchroom even though their food is cheaper than gas
Fuck with me, I got ur girl, and have her feet on the dash
A bad boy, if the front door locked, I creep in the back
I'm keepin it rad, the rap game chief , and it's sad
The moment I blow up I kill yall like a creeper attack
I think it's petty the way that these rappers beef on a track
But won't pull up because you know they'd get locked easy and fast
But pull that bullshit with me there's no fuckin freebies I pass
So if you gotta problem write it on paper, stick it deep in your ass
So popular I can't even take a leak in the grass
Without these people wavin at me, as they beep when they pass
But I don't give a fuck I love it, that's the reason I rap
Fuck, this rhymes over, I'll just leave it at that
Hate leavin the past, wish I can take it back in atlanta
Before I ever acted bananas, and had these bad manners
Before I even became Ay
Jay, who be snappin like cameras
But fuck it, I'm goin to bed now, I just did this track in pajamas