[Verse 1: TRUCIFER]

Okay, let's take a trip down memory lane

Where I wish there was more pleasure than pain

Cause I been through the rain, better yet, hurricanes

But I'll offer you my jacket cause it's a gentleman's thang

Yeah, I'm broken hearted & I'm stressed in the brain

But, if you take a close look, my life's like the wreck of a train

& I still hold onto whatever is left that remains

& I try to make the best of it & hope y'all get entertained

Fuck settlement rates, sold my soul to the devil

Now I'm in a decadent state but I'm a sensitive case

See I bought myself some benevolent grace

Hoping God reconsiders letting me enter the gates

I'm a positive image stuck in a negative space

& I'm in a delicate place of indefinite shape, punks

I'll spit right on all of you fuckin' prejudiced fakes, you just

Talk so much shit like, "How does the excrement taste?"

Yeah, I'm not a pessimist despite, my tentative face, let's

Get this straight, I'm the one that makes the best of mistakes

You're the one who has a chest full of hate & petulant traits

I never erase, when I write, I write til my pencil tip breaks

See, it's pedal to the medal to get ahead of the game

You're just pressin' the brakes & got no gas left in the tank

Yeah, we're both on Instagram, but we are never the same

Because you rappers are just after the 15 seconds of fame

Wanna take a swing at it? Okay, step to the plate

You would have thought I was playin' chess the way I'm

Checkin' ya, mate, don't hold your breath, just let it escape

You know I'm gonna be one of the best, right next to the greats

Because, when I lay it down, I know how to pick out a rhyme &

Then stretch it out longer than the length of measuring tapes

& I know you don't roll like that, but I'm so smooth

As I spit, it's somethin' sort of as if I'm sleddin' on sleighs

Down the steepest slope of snow but, when I step on the stage

I just set it ablaze, "Attention: We need some Medical Aid"

When I'm in the dog house I got bitches spreadin' their legs

You woulda thought I was God the way I was gettin' appraised

But, every other day is just another test of my faith, so I kiss

The ground & thank God, that I'm not dead in a grave

I been gettin' fresher, with every single last breath that I take

Just to make sure y'all remember the name, yeah

I am the next renegade