First things first a **** know that it's been a while

Ain't touch the mic in a year but I'm still around

Ain't reach the heights that I want but still lookin' down

I was the boy back then I'm that **** now

Look at the resume I promise it gets deeper

I produce my own beats I carry my own features

I don't need a handout when I know that mine are cleaner

See me out in public and they change up they whole demeanor

Don't need a stylist I show up when I feel it's poppin

I'm just gettin' started boy you off and I'm never stoppin

I'll slap a **** out of pocket I'm milly rockin

They watchin' the status and change they dates when they hear I'm droppin

My moral compass get to tickin' it ain't no option

I'm cookin' **** in a pot like I'm eatin' ramen

I'm choosin' peace but my piece like a lot of violence

Alone with a lot of silence don't need any friends I promise

Fuck tip-toeing my foot on the neck of all of these ****

They do side steps like I won't address to all these ****

I apply pressure they get all pressured like they buyin' issues bitches lyin

Won't catch me in a club posing for pictures

I need money to the ceiling how I'm gon' save the world without a pocket full of millions

I need money to the ceiling

How I'm gon' save the world when I love bein' a villain?

I mean Roshand's favorite accumulated a lot of armor

Thick skin can't box me in my own genre

The latest shit was deafening '05 Honda

My phone ring it's a beacon to come save the ohana

I get it poppin' ASAP no fuckin' problem

Sick and tired of turning the other cheek I won't remind you

Wastin' time to me is like burnin' 500 thousand

Can't compete with me I'm plannin' on movin' a mountain

I say and do what I want

If you wanna come press me I'll show you I'm not the one

I let my hair down on **** to show I'm comfy as fuck

Givin' my everything and I feel it's still not enough

I'ma stay in the cut

Keep a low profile and pop out when I want

Big Libra in this bitch and I'm holdin' a grudge

I was holdin' in feelings now I'm holdin' my nuts

And wavin' my middle finger screamin' I don't give a fuck

Yeah no I don't give a fuck

Ayy no I don't give a fuck nah yeah

Ah yeah ayy ah yeah

Ayy ayy ayy

Ayy aye

Ayy ayy ayy

Listen to me bro he sensitive

I care about his feelings we all care about his feelings

And also on top of that you're not gonna win rapping

We didn't come here to listen you do that