Lockdown

Yeah, I get better every take, you can't know.

Yo, look,

crazy how I'm still getting better, huh? No emotion, just denim tears on my sweater, huh?

Feel like I might be the last real **** ever, huh? Been a whole year, ****, still playing catch up, still give zero effort.

You still ain't get the lesson, huh?

You on your ass letting life pass, tricking off the blessing, huh?

Everything you missed in your adolescence, you can buy the fake image, that don't mean they respect it, huh?

Big hopes, big dreams, make a hundred M's off of sixteens.

Full circle, we the fam, never switch teams. Boss shit, be the man that the kids need.

It ain't no accident we planned out to touch everything that we got. Learned everything I am from everything that I'm not. The crown in my city don't care when you **** drop. You getting what you handed, inherited **** spots. I told him it was time, they stare at a **** watch Keep your distance round me, if you square, stay in your box I'm good in every hood, I'm standing on any block Bout to kick the door down, y'all swearing this shit was locked But it's not, ****

 And that's on, and that's on me Yeah, we got it on lock, yeah Cold red, big green Yeah, we got it on lock, yeah All facts, big leagues, the underdogs on top, yeah.

And that's on, and that's on me

Ayo. Quiet as its kept, was always mine to lose since I climbed off the steps. A lunch break at school, banging rhymes out my desk. Always still moving, I ain't lying on my success. It's not a lot to prove though, with rhyming I'm the best.

And that's real, pull my back record, or play my last record.

Ain't no debating, really fact checking. Not in the building yet, but trust me ****. Soon as I wiggle past security it's up for ****.

Uh. Clear goals, big dreams, The hopeium dealer for the big fiends.

101 northbound to the Craig bus, Reaching stratosphere heights, feel the head rush.

Try and stop the regime, young goalie in the field, Always held down the blocks on my team, yeah.

From a pawn to a king, seen it all switch fast, Through the limousine tents as I speed pass. I'm scoring non stop, this the league pass, Like a Money Mayweather on a speed bag. And I be skipping lame **** when the weed pass, And kill the game, play the shit that **** repast.

 And that's on, and that's on me, yeah we got it on lock, yeah Cold red, big green, yeah we got it on lock, yeah All facts, big leagues, the underdogs on top, yeah And that's on, and that's on me, yeah