What Else?

Mmh,

This that type of shit like,

I shouldn’t even have to say anything the beat speak for itself,

I’m going to though,

Don’t get it twisted,

Yeah,

We ain’t in the same boat this a cruiseship,

We don't got the same dreams these are lucid,

I been had the weapon I just never learned to use it,

The best kept secret in music, that's some true shit,

And the work ethic stupid, I can't remember the last time we hit the brakes,

Not knowing what it is, just knowing what it takes,

The odds ain’t relevant when everythings at stake,

Yeah, when everybody is all in,

I never needed Stephen A. to tell you I was balling,

The proof is in the lack of caution when there's wet floors,

My reckless mind always saying one step more,

And I don't Check scores I know I’m up,

Word to the single malt heaven in my solo cup, yeah,

Double digit bodies I don’t got that,

But to my brothers in the field I be tipping my tophat,

Uhh, ‘cus now the team is going franchise,

We took the airbus overseas drawing fresh sandlines,

Writing ‘bout my death and how I can’t die,

From LAX to LAX my neighborhood standby,

Yeah, fortnight in Van Nuys,

Story on my socials even though I roll anti,

And hollywood's bleeding, but luckily for me my feet wet and my hands dry,

Glory to the one this was planned by,

Ey, and salute to the general I’m ready for war,

He made sure I was set to leave it all on the floor,

Back when I was paying dues that I couldn't afford,

We put the drama to the side and took action,

Now the same people who was hating back then got my lyrics in their captions,

I see the industry is desperate,

Undoing chores taking the trash in,

Like what else, what else,

That’s it,

We gone keep it going though,

For real,

Yeah,

All I'm doing now is setting up my after,

The only thing I'm holding back is laughter,

Student of the game slowly becoming the master,

My 28 is bound to be hanging up in the rafters,

Whole gang goin “ad astra”, closing out the first chapter,

Getting started on the next,

A few lines crossed, but I never did a X,

Never did a stripe I’m too loyal to the checks,

You want yours, I need mine,

Only 24, might call this my pre prime,

‘Cus I’m already like, the greatest ever out the country,

And to make it worse, I ain’t even trying,

Motherfucker this is me time, for real,

Ten thousand and counting, but who's counting?

Thought you seen the peak, but here's a new mountain,

This the same guy years ago you was doubting,

Well, tables got turned, lessons got learned,

Work was put in and now money is being earned,

People too caught up in this that and the third, fuck it,

I’m young Larry Bird getting buckets, suck it,

Stopped overthinking about what they think,

And boy I gotta tell you it's amazing,

Missed shots’ the most important thing not to worry ‘bout,

But let ‘em bring my inner Steph Curry out,

Unapologetic rapping,

Make you wonder if I'm really from here, ‘cus where's the accent,

Tip of the iceberg, like this is just a fraction,

Inspired only by goats, Dwayne Michael Jackson,

Stacking, chips on my shoulder,

I shouldn't have to say it's over for you to understand that it's over,

This what happens when the right player gets the ball,

Nothing special, just another one out the vault,

For real, yeah,

It’s that, oh you gotta love it, oh you gotta love it,

I swear to God bro,

You do gotta love it though,