Don’t get shook when they take the throne beneath ya

Don’t get shook when they do you in like Ceasar

The Crown weighs heavy for the pawn

Tryna make a name don’t forget me when Im gone

Don't get shook, no, no, no

I keep my mind focused, narrow on the straight line

I had my eye on the prize ever since like grade nine

Moving keys just to flip em cross state lines

Infinite hustle like a sideways 8 sign

Too many headlines taking hold of the boy

Watching the news, tripping while I’m Rolling a joint

Yelling out to the abyss, standing over the void

Ask the lord why he leave the world Broke and destroyed

But ima never know

Just keep working on my better flows

Working on my stage presence, how to slay a better show

If yo squad wanna progress, better let em know

If you surrounded by them leeches bruh then you’ll never grow

My boy gave me a pound and ya I drop the weight

New notches all up on the belt ya cuz I drop the weight

Too much debt on my visa so I hide the plates

Ex girls keep tryna key up my Mazda late

Strength in numbers but I’m always always on my own

No path beneath me but I’m paving lanes with golden roads

Just keep 6 and read they faces like Rosetta Stone

Call for bloodshed, Call for suffering just to get the throne

No curtain calls but a few bars can set the scene

One of these things don’t belong like Recessive Genes

These rap dawgs is poodles and I’m the best of Breed

Toronto don’t need to see Miami to get the heat

I been around different nations

Yeah I seen it all, that’s why this man’s hella jaded

My life’s a living a nightmare manifestations of

Leatherface and jigsaw coming through like they banded with Satan

I’m only just a product of the baddest relations

My day to day feeling like its damn better faded

I don’t sleep at all cuz whats the point?

My lungs feeling more and more pain I’m done with joints

When I die

Y’all better better dissect me and display my organs

My lungs infected, breathing kush and agent orange

That fate is boring my life been made important, cuz before I croak a homie gotta break the door in

Strength in numbers but I’m always always on my own

No path beneath me but I’m paving lanes with golden roads

Just keep 6 and read they faces like Rosetta Stone

Call for bloodshed, Call for suffering just to get the throne

Yeah

You gotta preach it

Bruh

We outta order

We all outta order

Let's get our shit together, please

Yeah they coming for the homie

Everybody out here gunning for the homie

Don’t get shook when they take the throne beneath ya

Don’t get shook when they do you in like Ceasar

The Crown weighs heavy for the pawn

Tryna make a name don’t forget me when Im gone

Don't get shook, no, no, no