You ain't slangin', stop, I pull up

Parking lots, you ain't arranging rocks, I know that

You think it's hard 'cause you've seen it done

Slash heard, you're a sponge, never be your own

Man, can't you understand how I came in the game?

Yeah me neither, no breathin', it's amazing, I make

My way out the other side of my personal maze

I was stuffed for a minute, couldn't feel my legs

I had to bounce, back, like the rubber band snap

'Round the Ziploc bag full of money that we stashed

In the wall downstairs, that was back in 2010

I was just about to leave, no one knew just how to feel

But I did, that's why I wait and feel calm inside 'cause I am real

I am me and you are you, running around tryin' to chase this loot

Hop straight back in and then I glist to the finish

White noise in the flesh, hair down, never see me

I done tried to make it clear, I do not think that they hear me

Mic check, 1, 2, Rick in the building

Got my hi-vis and my blade look like I'm building

On the site with my clipboard, smoking and chilling

No hard hat, no whistle, still officially killing

Every fucking working brain within a arms length distance

You get melted into ashes and I'm casting you to iron

Turn you to a blade of mine, so I can use your life in spite

I make cash all night, fuck your money and your ice

You ain't helping nobody with the shitty words you write

Think about it

Think about it

Think about it

Think about it