When you look at the changes,

And you look who you came with,

Is it really where you wanna be?

Big stepping out the block when the gun go.

Tracks running,

I double back when the sun low.

Facts coming,

It’s better you ask something,

Instead of reacts coming from virtual “rap pundits”.

I see some **** concerned with my situation.

Wanna know bout the meetings and litigation.

My Vision Perfect when Minimal Villains Perching,

My Value in being Player,

I’m sick of abbreviation.

So when the ballers are calling for starving artists,

I’m in the belly of the beast starting rumbles.

I’m in my element,

Damn,

I feel the loyalty slipping,

So skip the pride if you wanna listen to humble.

Too damn slick for the two band tricks,

Relay the baton passing get the loops ran quick.

All the two tab,

“Do bad”,

“Loot bag” kids tryna talk better prove that shit.

Bitch

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

I just need some time so let me be.

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

The page gon fold when it stop.

Who gon make it off the motherfucking lot?

Let me talk.

Fuck a prospect.

I seen the process,

My specs professional,

Big homies dashing keys like a hotep.

And all the little homies think I’m teaching how to protest,

A lecture when I profess or,

Maybe brutally honest just aint conducive to mileage,

I show the knowledge,

Im pretentious.

Common pretense.

My defence is pre set.

And overbearing flaring degens,

Pretend for pre tens.

I’m banking on it just to set it off.

Nonstop punches,

No period,

I do it 365.

After 50 i can guarantee ya men’ll pause.

Industry jungle,

Demanding the mandem fall into bare traps.

Only praying we gon make it past the metal jaws.

Gotta keep it moving past the metaphors.

Money always coming but it’s never worth the shit you wanna settle for.

Never war,

Unless the plan is right.

I see through candle light,

The quotes don’t lie,

And the GOATS don’t die,

There’s forever more.

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

I just need some time so let me be.

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

The page gon fold when it stop.

Who gon make it off the motherfucking lot?

Let me talk.

I’m more than just in search of more,

I’m morbidly obsessed with morphing mortal means of motion till the motive intersect.

And I been going hard,

Ain’t no remorse if we connect.

Cuz when the tour is over,

You gon read the score or read the refs?

The pulse is going off,

It’s syncopated.

And the plot is incubated.

Let it fly until we make it off the lot,

And if you face him with a shot,

He finna take it.

Only spotting different faces,

When we on the way up.

Bitch

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

I just need some time so let me-

The days don’t go by the same time,

If they go pro imma take mine.

The page gon fold when it stop.

Who gon make it off the motherfucking lot?

Let me talk.