Damn what a feeling

Lived along enough to see myself become the villain

If rappers step out of line, I’m liable to kill ‘em

Above the line you setting, yea I’m all about division

You see how I make my moves you been stressing

My bars go over your head like you bench pressing

The pain the Hussle brings always been a Blessing

You don’t get a second chance for a first impression

Only 20 seconds in the room and she undressing

Says what I’m bout to do gonna be impressive

Damn girl I believe it

I make decisions, no looking back, no second guessing

I don’t wanna slave away for a fucking pension

I don’t wanna be the one that didn’t take a chance

I don’t wanna hit 80 and then feel like something missing

I don’t wanna stay in this zoo, everybody hissing

I don’t wanna pray to God, if imma keep on sinning

I don’t even wanna be greatest alive, I got other commitments

Stack riches with the paparazzi at a distance

I go the distance, I wrote the plot so don’t get it twisted

Arya with my hit list, I’m never missing

Back to my roots, back in the booth

Back since ’18, I’ve been spittin’ the truth

Still whippin’ in Lincoln, still sippin’ on goose

Still got 10 girls in my DM, I’m conflicted to choose

I’m just not in the mood, for bitches with eyes on my loot

They don’t know how much I got, but I be leaving some clues

Dreams don’t sleep, never hitting the snooze

Fuck the algorithm, dawg dawg I don’t do this for views

I just paint a picture for you all to walk a mile in my shoes

Me and T talking life at the bar sipping on on brews

Says he conflicted and he don’t know what to do

I said that’s just your soul telling you it don’t wanna be you

Then Makaveli locked in and he brought back the truth

God damn

You wanna fuck me on the first date that’s a red flag

You had your eyes on me when you were with your ex, damn

That IUD was clutch your only Plan B was your next man

I’m fucking hotter bitches out in Dubai through the jet lag

Yeah I got a lot of attitude in this shit

Took a half year off and now they act like I don’t exist

You looking at one of three Brampton rappers that never miss

And probably only one that you shouldn’t diss

Look at my wrist, the watch is a Swiss, and it don’t even tick

Look in the mirror dawg and you’ll see a bitch

You see other artists poppin and you starting to trip

“Like how they getting all the clout when I’ve been doin this shit”

Maybe they dont fuck with you, maybe its time to just quit

The game is over saturated and it dont need a bitch

If you think this is about you, then it probably is

If you want beef, rest assured I’llll take a epound of your flesh

Back to the melody I’m getting bored

I don’t need these fucking similes and metaphors

I just talk my life and they find it relatable

Who’s the better rapper it’s not debatable

I can take another month off and trust me I’ll be fine

But I think it’s time to go all in and prove the rest were on a decline

Leave me all behind

Remind em who was always there, but no longer on the sidelines

Meditating focused on the divine

I’m just building until my property has a tree line

I’m not here forever pass it down to my bloodline

Sippin’ on some sweet wine

Out in Muskoka with a tee time, tee time

I just got too many blessings to rest

And if God wrote it, fuck I’ll become the best

I just gotta get this weight off my chest

And I ain’t talking about the pain but the chains on my neck