Switch up the program for the progress

Everybody alway tell that they know best

Always say I got to stick to the process

Chase money and diamonds and Rolex

I've been so stressed

Cause everything's so financial

They tell me that I shouldn't take gambles

They're so orthodox with examples

Things changed I'm a different man

I followed blueprints now I'm sick of them plans

Puppet master got a Vigilant hand

I was so uniform like a militant man

Now I'm tryna go mufti chains all rusty

Freed them shackles I feel so hungry

Done making money monthly want weekly

Done waking up on Mondays so sleepy

on repeat, On retreat All defeated

Feel like I'm all weakened

Got to get the strength back

For the tenth lap

In a race against time on a death track

No setbacks

Imma build momentum

No guidance I don't need no mentors

Half man half beast I'm a real life centaur

This life ain't what I feel I'm meant for

Peter Parker tryna be Bruce Wayne

Hopin' that I make it in loose change

That's a few quarters, a few nickles, dimes

A blue flame when I up and spit the rhymes

Wish life had the buttons, 'skip', 'rewind'

I'd play chords in space and riff in time

Change so many things I did and said—

Never mind, I'll do all of this again

In the rat race, feeling like cat food

In a white space scrutinizing my black oud

Sometimes I be feeling like the only black dude in my radius

I need some D & I;

Creatives, blue collar ****

Drug lords and a few stem majors,

Finance bros and fraudsters too,

SWs and virgins— ooh!

I need some christians, muslims, jewish, bhudist,

LGBTQ-ish, autistic and special needs,

I'll take anybody cept **** from music

I'm just playing but

Playing like the GOAT from the 26

"All good jokes contain true shit"

And i'm stressed all the time from my nine to five

So if I cock that nine, do five, it's fine