Shh

Oh, oh, yeah, and it's still just me Putting in work, but I'm still low-key

If you're thinkin' I'm a jerk, then you don't know me

But either way it goes, comin' for them trophies

Tryna fill up every damn shelf

From when them jams sell, if you really can't tell

I command hell while they run an anthill

Yeah, they're fans still, damn chill

Tryna sneak pics off a handheld

So you better hop on 'cause the train ain't stoppin

And I'm headin' to the top all the way from rock bottom

And I know I gotta make it, man, losin' ain't an option

Really can't have that weighin' on my conscience

On the sideline of the game, yeah, you sittin' there just watchin

I'ma fight for my spot like I'm in the ring boxin

I don't fuck with cheap shots, I'll let this thing start poppin

If I wanna do some slick shit, probably get you hit quick

Now you know the wick's lit, more than just an inference

Know some people with this, gettin' through the entrance

Yeah, they got my back like I know my spine is missin

Man, really hope you listen, really hope you listen

Oh, oh, yeah, and it's still just me

Putting in work, but I'm still low-key

If you're thinkin' I'm a jerk, then you don't know me

But either way it goes, comin' for them trophies

Tryna fill up every damn shelf from when them jams sell

If you really can't tell, I command hell while they run an anthill

Yeah, they're fans still, damn chill

Tryna sneak pics off a handheld

Really hope you listen to these things they be feedin

Whenever I hear it, I just start overheatin

And the only real treatment is me seein' bleedin

From the pen, bein' sharp, hope that wasn't misleadin

Time to flip the script, man, I'm sick of this shit

Up before six in the cold, pretty brick

Keepin' heat in the jacket, cause you know how it gets

If I gotta send the dogs, just know it's gon' be Pits

And there's no holds barred, sendin' Craig for a blitz

And I know I'll go far, I'm never ending with the wits

I avoid patrol cars, they deadly with the tricks

The lies are so large, why'd I have to exist

Oh, yeah, and it's still just me

Puttin' in work, but I'm still low-key

If you're thinkin' I'm a jerk, then you don't know me

But either way it goes, comin' for them trophies

Tryna fill up every damn shelf from when them jams sell

If you really can't tell, I command hell while they run an anthill

Yeah, they're fan's still, damn chill, tryna sneak pics off a handheld