Yeah

Back to the program, Mack 'bout to ham

Raps over tracks, whether fast or the slow jams

Mastered the path go and bask in the flow, fam

Craft is immaculate; massively dope, damn

Rappers they don't land bars when they spit 'em

Never quite seem to go hard with the rhythm

Clever hype fiendish flow, charged with the wisdom

Better sight, see me glow–large with the vision

Raw intuition, channeling that flow state

Dismantling your whole panel, they don't hold weight

A cannibal, a cold animal–I go ape

Span the whole planet but Los Angeles is home base

My flow disgusting, rancidness ran rampant

Make you go, "Ugh!" like ants in your ham sandwich

Haters is bugging, whoever wanna oppose this, I'm stomping you roaches

Bomb with songs that's ferocious, for real

Yeah

Whether writing these rhymes or improvising for hours

I got the drive to improve, I be out here striving for power

Sometimes, my mind is devoured by every kind of distraction

I fall off the path and have to realign with my passion

I'm tryna do like Kobe; training ritual locked

Eyes on the prize, no obstacles got my visual blocked

To have to give up and stop, yo, that's a miserable thought

The ink drizzles, I jot

The shit that's sizzling hot

I stick to the plot even when inspiration dwindles

That's just an indication to go harder, plain and simple

I'm making up for the all the days when I would blaze the indo

And play Nintendo, close the black-out shades on the windows

No more escaping, I'm cultivating faith: it's essential

No more slacking, the Mack'n making waves and crescendos

Slight missteps on the path to be expected

I redirected my efforts; my work ethic respected, for real

You know what it is, man, listen

Ugh

I said I'm…

Doing the work 'cause that's all I control

These lyrics led by my spirit, I just follow my soul

Wherever it leads me, I'll be going there gladly

Throwing on beats to get open, when flowing I'm happy

I think that's so important: to notice what brings you joy

The thing that when you do it, your focus can't be destroyed

And lean in to that, don't fight it, embrace your calling

Fuck chasing the paper 'cause it's a waste to be balling

If your spirit ain't fulfilled, I remember playing sports

As a kid, didn't like it but still I was on the court

Shit was forced 'cause all my friends and all of the cool kids

Were shooting hoops daily so I figured, "Let's do this,"

Truth is I ain't built for that skill

When I started playing music, the thrill was mad real

And still, to this day, the excitement grows

Whether playing drums, [Verse]

Back to the program, Mack 'bout to ham

Raps over tracks, whether fast or the slow jams

Mastered the path go and bask in the flow, fam

Craft is immaculate; massively dope, damn

Rappers they don't land bars when they spit 'em

Never quite seem to go hard with the rhythm

Clever hype fiendish flow, charged with the wisdom

Better sight, see me glow–large with the vision

Raw intuition, channeling that flow state

Dismantling your whole panel, they don't hold weight

A cannibal, a cold animal–I go ape

Span the whole planet but Los Angeles is home base

My flow disgusting, rancidness ran rampant

Make you go, "Ugh!" like ants in your ham sandwich

Haters is bugging, whoever wanna oppose this, I'm stomping you roaches

Bomb you with songs that's ferocious, for real

Whether writing these rhymes or improvising for hours

I got the drive to improve, I be out here striving for power

Sometimes, my mind is devoured by every kind of distraction

I fall off the path and have to realign with my passion

I'm tryna do like Kobe; training ritual locked

Eyes on the prize, no obstacles got my visual blocked

To have to give up and stop, yo, that's a miserable thought

The ink drizzles, I jot

The s* that's sizzling hot

I stick to the plot even when inspiration dwindles

That's just an indication to go harder, plain and simple

I'm making up for the all the days when I would blaze the indo

And play Nintendo, close the black-out shades on the windows

No more escaping, I'm cultivating faith: it's essential

No more slacking, the Mack'n making moves and crescendos

Slight missteps on the path to be expected

I redirected my efforts; my work ethic respected, for real

You know what it is, man, listen

I said I'm…

Doing the work 'cause that's all I control

These lyrics lead by my spirit, I just follow my soul

Wherever it leads me, I'll be going there gladly

Throwing on beats to get open, when flowing I'm happy

I think that's so important: to notice what brings you joy

The thing that when you do it, your focus can't be destroyed

And lean in to that, don't fight it, embrace your calling

F* chasing the paper 'cause it's a waste to be balling

If your spirit ain't fulfilled, I remember playing sports

As a kid, didn't like it but still I was on the court

S* was forced 'cause all my friends and all of the cool kids

Were shooting hoops daily so I figured, "Let's do this,"

Truth is I ain't built for that skill

When I started playing music, the thrill was mad real

And still, to this day, the excitement grows

Whether playing drums, freestyling, or writing flows, I said…