This is what I live for

Shit you can't get on Billboard

Top 100, radio, Rolling Stone, or the Pitchfork

I've been staying indoors

This is what I persist for

I plan to execute, I'm Greg Pop with the clipboard

Every move is calculated down to the miniscule

Following the same blueprint since middle school

Doin' what I want, killin' everything I'm willing to

Start a wave so big the ocean is like my swimming pool

This shit nasty, Ferris Bueller classy

A young Kendrick freestyling in the backseat

I run the jewels all over this boom bap beat

The game is losing life and this flow is the fucking vaccine

I could go forever cause these thoughts run a lifespan

Verse after verse, young Drizzy on a timestamp

5 A.M. in Austin, notebook on the nightstand

I'm really tryna take-off, ain't no tellin' when this flight lands

(What)

(What)

It's fuckin hell out there

I'm never satisfied

I got a hunger for success I got an appetite

I follow intuition I know when I have it right

And that's cause not every loss is not always a sacrifice

They get to acting right

I used to fantasize

Of comin' up but when it happens I can't act surprised

They're sellin' dreams and I don't even wanna ask the price

I'd rather go to war and meet you at the battle site

Be the only man alive

Yeah

Got the bass bumpin' gotta keep the speakers loud

They say it's hell out there, I blow the demons out

Fuck a non-believer don't care if he don't believe it now

I know you'll think it's odd when you watch it all even out

(What)

(What)

It's fuckin' hell out there

(What)

(What)

It's fuckin' hell out there