[ Featuring Ryaan Sandham ]
Clways winning all the time, that shit be wearing me out
I got business over seas, any place you're about
Take a quarter to the bank, let em rot in the back
You would think they call me Santa, way I fill up the sack
Try & flex in all your Gucci, but you live in a shack
Gonna fly out to Miami with no shirt on your back
You know that I provide the heat, got me feeling like Shaq
I'm never damming up the lake that keeps my money all stacked
Say it's a hard life, someone's gotta do it
Drop another banger just so I can prove it
Find it funny when they act like they don't know I'm moving
Still chewing on the same ears, change the tuning
You ain't my bro, so I can't violate the bro code
I've been sharpening my pen like a pencil
When I look into my mind I see the stencil
Drawing out the future, gonna get eventful
Cnything you do, you know I do it tenfold
Feel the energy surging in my temple
Got the cogs moving turning & assemble
Firing at your temple, rate go like akimbo
Foundations I've been laying from the gravel
I've had to learn a lot from personal battles
Oxyphenbutozone for growing pains in the saddle
I'm winning every score, leave your brain scrabbled
Good pay cheques, bad days less
You still gotta hate, man change the subject
I been working through the wirings of my complex
Putting miles on my pen go break neck
Don't waste that, imma save that
I don't talk if it ain't needed, no chit chat
F*cking up the game, no wine & dine
Living this sublime, has gotta be a crime
Yeah, robbing souls like I'm Goggins
I put myself into the room & I locked in
Too many people here, faking just honest
You try & tell me I should stop it, bro stop it
You try attack, but you can't get the stops in
I see through em, got eyes like Hopsin
Elevator to the top, saw it & I hopped in
When I'm choppin on a beat it gets poppin'
Pop pop pop, just popped it
Form like water yeah you better get mopping
Got my own ship sailing I ain't docking
In a port that be killing my options
The worlds in anarchy, my minds tranquility
I can't lie I wanna pass up who's ahead of me
Know I should, but I can't ever run it steadily
Put a burden on my back, carry it heavily
Good pay cheques, bad days less
You still gotta hate, man change the subject
I been working through the wirings of my complex
Putting miles on my pen go break neck
Don't waste that, imma save that
I don't talk if it ain't needed, no chit chat
F*cking up the game, no wine & dine
Living this sublime, has gotta be a crime