Next Gear

They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Probably wonderin' if I'll be around next year See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear aye See me put it all in drive, can I really steer? Aye They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Everybody got advice but bitch it's my career See me put my shit in drive, what's the next gear? I ain't work this hard to fuck around and disappear Talking like you on my level Yeah mother fucking right Every view is worth a nickel I be set for fucking life Fuck your mother fucking budget All I need's an iPhone 5 Rhyme for twenty-thousand people every time that I go live If you sat next to your idol and had one shot to impress You would spit your favourite written All that time that you invest I just let him serve me words Then I served him back a classic When you watch it you get goosebumps Bitch that shit is fucking magic Anywhere I'm at, guarantee you I'ma kill it If I want it I'ma will it Make a plan and then I'll build it And my flow is like your tank when it's empty, you better feel it And my name is like some oil underground 'Cause I'ma drill it in you're mother fucking mind By saying it every other fucking line Harry, Harry, Harry Mack Harry Mack one time See me in the video, they saying I'm the one Never dropped a record so they figured I was done But the kid in me will never quit and tried to tell 'em Had 'em shitting when they see me sitting next to Ellen Signing with no major but reminding all my haters I'm the only who's improvising off top When I'm on television, radio and stages at these major shows So this is different They just can't believe it so they claiming it's a Nas record back in '96 talking 'It Was Written' They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Probably wonderin' if I'll be around next year See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear aye See me put it all in drive, can I really steer? Aye They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Everybody got advice but bitch it's my career See me put my shit in drive, what's the next gear? I ain't work this hard to fuck around and disappear It's a moment, I'ma own it You ain't got the same component Chances are you would've blown it And they never would've shown it Now these haters talking while the station jockin' on his dick Shout to Cruz, shout to Edgar I'ma walk you through this shit Venice video is going crazy everything was flooded Hundred e-mails daily, I'm just glad I saw the fuckin' subject I ain't pull no strings, fuck a puppet Pulled up in a bucket They said, "We forgot that speaker, though" So I just said, "Fuck it!" A cappella while they walk a fella 'round the block and I be steady weaving everything I'm seeing altogether They believin' in the vision Put me next to one of my favorite emcees and let him listen but it's kinda hard to be in that position 'Lotta guys cringey when they improvise though they tried to survive in this game couldn't last too long Haters thinking they burnin' me don't concern me eternally on my journey and my path's too strong Claiming you better, damn it, you lying Like a cannibal, lion, you better swallow your pride Killing my vibe, they ain't heard from me Cursing me, thought I pulled out See me in the commercial and thought I sold out I've just been grinding My time is right now on my 9,999th hour and 59 minutes When this rhyme is finished I'm certified master, bitch sit back and witness it They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Probably wonderin' if I'll be around next year See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear, aye See me put it all in drive, can I really steer, ay They just wanna know where I'ma go from here Everybody got advice but, bitch, it's my career See me put my shit in drive, what's the next gear? I ain't work this hard to fuck around and disappear Y'all ain't really rappers, you actors I might as well be all up on a tractor 'cause I'm really working in the field Kinda like I had a wack attorney and was wrongfully convicted by the jury 'cause I'm certain to appeal I might even take the film right off of the projector and throw it directly at 'em; I'ma hit 'em with the reel Stomping on the San Andreas fault line Every time I rhyme, this some shit the whole city gonna feel Gets down, I flip clowns, I spit sounds, I rip rounds I kill y'all, ill y'all Break it down and rebuild y'all Paid some dues, they gave me views I made some moves and them checks cleared Fans missing my transmissions I transition to the next gear Gimme the mic I'm gripping it right inside of my hand when I be on I'm flippin' it tight like nobody can Giving 'em raps for spirit of mind so give me the prize Gimme the gat, pack, lyrical line I'm lookin' to shine Setting my aim, ready to bang shit Off of the head of the brain, off of the top Stay ahead of the game They better remain out of the way, um How do I say I'm better than y'all keeping it real, you're trash I'm ready to bash your head on the wall Switch up the flow My secret weapon like nuclear missile that's locked in my armory Although it's popular, I am not popping Narcotics that's copped in our pharmacy Pop it, regardless you pop that shit probably Honor me, I am a prophet, a shaman A god of these raw righteous lyrics Non-believers better fear it I'm gone