Kdk, Imma do it for the fans,

I ain't trippin for a stan,

Grab the funds and start a band,

Why Talking like we friends,

Steady doing time like I'm locked in the pen

Why you All up in my zen,

Just a matter of when,

Can't be late, so I keep advancing my steps

I can't wait!

Never catch me fretting on the frets,

Tho I'm repping up the ends,

but I ain't prepping for the end

Came thru Toji , without a trace,

Now they steady looking up to a brown mans grace,

Face the facts, the love the taste of Moghul and I ain't talking bout the rice, I arrive

All eyes on me, as i one two step,

Who's next, wanna tango with this tribe on a quest

Look around, its just lemons with the zest

Claiming next up, we could put it to the test

They pay me no attention,

Quite the hiding, I ain't seeking,

Check your stench cuz you reeking of the bench,

I just speak my mind, please excuse my French,

Focus on the now, you can stay in past tense

Got the edge like I'm U2,

Who knew, I'd be running tracks in these new shoes,

Used to being doubted , at this point I'm like you too?

Kdk, Imma do it for the fans,

I ain't trippin for a stan,

Grab the funds and start a band,

Why Talking like we friends,

Steady doing time like I'm locked in the pen

Why you All up in my zen,

Just a matter of when,

Can't be late, so I keep advancing my steps

I can't wait!

Never catch me fretting on the frets,

Tho I'm repping up the ends,

but I ain't prepping for the end

I ain't playing when I get em in a chokehold,

Don't hang with the cons, I had to go pro,

They tryna hit me, with the low blow,

Tell my girl to get my super suit, Frozone

I ain't playing when I get em in a chokehold,

Don't hang with the cons, I had to go pro,

They tryna hit me, with the low blow,

Tell my girl to get my super suit, Frozone