Mic check

One, two

Aight, cool, sound good to me

I hear the whispers like "What's goin' on, he been missin'

He used to run the show, it's been a long intermission

I remember the mission he was on, it was different

He was sick, now my **** done gone in remission"

That's what ya'll think, ya'll think I lost my step?

Was on the run, but had to stop and never caught my breath

I'm drenched, I'm on the bench with like four more reps

In other words, I got shit left to get off my chest

Comin' up, you heard the hunger in me, tough as can be

You couldn't sound cloudy, ****, nothing was free

If I ain't get a record deal then I was stuck in the P's with D's

Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream

Of income, my outcome is something to see

I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat, beats bumpin'

Tryna out-rap Nasir and keep up with Jay-Z

Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen

Fast forward, **** out here mumblin', B

Why be smart when **** on the charts dumber than me?

A bunch of bums with more money than me

So stayin' complex, yeah, that's an everyday struggle for me

I'm from when everybody wanted five mics

And Riggs Morales gave you "Unsigned Hype" if you rhymed right

A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight

And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like treys of that fire white

I understand why some would retire mics

Pack up turntables, the tables turn, wild right?

But me, I'm in it fully, it's like that one bitch I just

Can't stop fuckin', man, these beats do something to me

I post up on the throne, don't end up on a highlight

Poster 'cause you grown, who you 'posed to be, Malone?

I deliver like post offices, pre-Post Malones

You'd dick ride if you saw what I don't post on my phone

Every lines a great line, baby, New York's own

It's like I play for Jim Boeheim, boy, stay in that zone

This my house, trespassin', I don't condone

Let me be, don't be them two **** from Home Alone

And get iron in your face tryna roam where you don't belong

Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan

The Bronx, I stomp through all of that, what happened?

New York, I'm so proud to be your Captain

Enjoy the rappin'