Enigma

Woah, Woah, Yeah

I'm only fucking 15, with big-

Dreams to be in the big-

Leagues

But I've got bitches surrounding me, they doubting me

They don't see things clear, even with their third

They couldn't see through my fourth (Woah)

Whores for fame, cause all it takes is

Rolling Stone to pick up on a song that I made

They'll be flying up to my shows

Expecting recognition, cause they used to be one of my hoes

It's just ammunition for these rhymes that I write

It's rugged and tight, spitting out of spite

I'll climb from the bottom to the top

Whilst you're still trying to sell cocaine and dots

I'll run your jewels, take everything you've got (Okay)

Leave you confused, think Bonnie and Clyde

Just burst up on the spot (Woo)

I'm a killer on the mic, sinister poet

Put you in a state of hypnosis and you won't even know it

Woah, woah, through their eyes I'm too egotistic

Never be someone, give up and listen to their biased critic

Whilst they out with a boy who they think treats them right

But only spends his figure for their figure in the night (Huh)

And you think you can give me life advice?

A man who seeks lust is a child (Huh, Wah)

And I know this because before

I had a metamorphosis

And changed my metaphors

That masked my extortion, it was 24-7, 365

Pussy was on my mind

I wasn't proud of who I was before

But till I met Miss Green Eyes, I was able to put my past behind

And to my darling, I'm sorry that I didn't treat you right before

All those times I made you cry

I was wrong and I was a twat, but you gave me your forgiveness

Whilst everyone else saw me as a degenerate

Who didn't deserve forgiveness

But now they reserve some time to listen to my rhymes (Yeah)

Cause they know I'm one of a kind

You can search in a thousand guys and never find that part of me

Take these words and go far

Hit so hard you'll feel it in brail (Yeah)