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Round one, ready, go!

My King's comin' back, that's what I'm bankin' on

We'll eat and celebrate the grace of God with that filet mignon

I'm just saying, we came a long way from the grave to where we're at now

My obituary is a resume, go check my background boy

I'm pullin' strings, high strung while I try to envision my mission and passion tying into provision

I feel like I'm sinking

But yet I'm fallin' deeper in trust

Realizin' everything I covet all came from the dust

I know I'm crooked, I know I'm wicked, I'm workin' on it

A broken vessel holdin' this pencil, I'm only honest (True)

I thought my calling's to be successful, fool's gospel

It's time to take these demons hostile

Player two

(Woah) used to think the grass was greener than the stuff I grown in (Greener)

Consequently, I made eden, ego my opponent

There's some skelies where I put my clothes, yeah

Boy I'm smelly, witness the erosion (Wow!)

Yeah, witchy got the pot, cookin' up her Toads in, mixed potions

I just think it's a jacuzzi, dip my toes in

Self pity, self-loathin', what it sound like?

It's downright wack how the loving got me wound tight

Get a coat, it's chilly in my city, what my town like

Do not hit the breaks willy-nilly when you 'round ice

Lucy salivating like it's chicken with the brown rice

I got my boys with me and we gon' flop

Yohan with the adobe like, I just might cop

Veggie-wala ask me when we gon' drop

I'm just takin' care of loose ends and tightening these knots like woah

Round two, go!

No shade to my senpais

But I'm feeling myself, and my pen nice

I might as well double my old price

I'm thinking green, I need all the avocados on my bread slice

Life ain't a dream when you at the mercy of lottos and rolled dice

(Rolled dice?) Mhm, rolled dice

Ain't no villain but me

Killin' my pride, I'm grittin' my teeth

Don't give me that B-S

Devil wanna fight, don't give me ideas

Man's Usain wanna see us

Keep it a buck, I'ma keep it a loonie

I've been on ten since eating a suji

Bearing that fruit while acting all boujee

Swear to God my life a smoothie

(Coleman, this beat is so weird)

Y'all might see spit on my windshield, sorry

I don't got an off switch on my body

Phone notes filled with a million bars

My thought's (are) like a hideous mob

I was pretty pissed when I gave you the aux

Look at my roster, that's championship

The cost of my life? I gotta carry the weight, 'cause it anchors the ship

No album credits, y'all already read it

Y'all involved, but I'm embedded

I took my chance, and that's on Bennett

It's hard as hell but I don't regret it

They want a favor, they say "pretty please"

I say "not until you're beggin' on your knees"

I don't wanna cater to your silly needs

Here's a rap album, stop askin' me

Round three (I'm so frickin' mad)

Honey, come get your dinner

No, I'm too busy making fat beats

In my bag 'cause I been cookin'

Got a Filipino shawty and she good lookin' (Shawty!)

Now I'm all up in your grill, I can see you need some fillings

I put you in your feelings, or I put you through the ceiling

I was bottom of the class, still class-nominated

Despite the digits, I made a difference, I dominated

Y'all kept a side hussle, I took mine and consummated

So when success is born from the labor I can say I made it (That's a bar right there)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, hear it in the back row

Gearing into triple digits, 'cause my fear is that low

I ain't into diggin' through the past, I ain't no backhoe

Only let what's good inside my Tupperware, I'm tracking all my macros

Homie I am that close to reaching the top of the summit

I was about ye high when Yahweh told me to run it

Only a matter of time before my mob-meter hittin' a hunnid

I asked for a sign, He told me to pay attention, He had already done it