[Verse 1]:

I treat my home like I’m on the road

A lot of 4s, lotta Os like I’m honor roll

I had to planet, now I’m on a roll

They can’t stop it, like a play, they just wantin me to find a role

But this is some new life shit

No audition, I carved this shit

Yeah I slaved for it, I hustled for all this shit

A new season, but who touchin my August shit

Forreal

And I ain’t talkin bout r&b singer

I swear this ain’t no actin, but it’s alsina

I see ya homies girls actin like they all single

But who can blame em, I might have to fly em all out to Santo Domingo

They call my number like they call bingo

I’m Malcolm X mixed wit al Pacino

Really wit a lesser ego

I’m a goodfella at heart, sometimes you gotta fuck the game up and Tony Montana the sequel

And I never seen the trap like the rest of them guys

But they seen less than me and rap like the cell is they lives

Bars over they head like they sellin' they lives

Tried to run me out my lane and got lapped from behind

This ain’t a grudge tho

But this a scary movie game, like I’m Jason bitch I’m cutthroat

I never chase a bitch or love hoes

Ain’t no one around me that could say I did any less than the upmost

How I go from unheard of to the next up?

I dedicated and I leveled up

You know that shit, hard work plus patience

I’m blessed wit a virtue, I don’t work for today shit

My focus on tomorrow and the new generations

The shit these other rappers say is really that play shit

That I fuck bitches, get money shit

That’s why they all sound the same

I can’t stay up on that play shit if I’m runnin the game

This take me back to when I’d wanna work at in n out

When I could go to the store and be in n out

Without the questions on my last shit or shit that’s coming

Get upset if I don’t answer like I owe them somethin

I can’t be mad cause this the life I wanted

I drew the arrow, set my aim and I went hunting

Add a couple zeros, I mean more than 200

I need more than your fans, I can tell you who bluffin

Everybody nigga

It ain’t the same when you see it from the inside

Like a morgue in here, smelllin like the dead died

But if you speak up on it you a dead guy

I just keep my head on straight and get to my bread like

I don’t cause trouble, never been suspended

Never was at school enough to sit up in detention

Really on some nice guy shit, but I never paid attention

Too smart to stay up on my lessons

But I learned the game so I could teach you sum

Lesson one

Take one cold nigga plus a whack nigga, what's the lesser sum

Add 100 of em if you please, it’s irrelevant

The answer still who toting lyrics like a loaded gun

Just a metaphor I loaded up

Came in spittin like I’m loaded lux, cold enough to slow it up

Ali in a different mode or some

And you gon see all em fuck up like they switched the gears and blew the clutch

[Verse 2]:

My niggas callin me, askin me what the top feel like

The same breath, they tellin me what the block still like

It’s hot enough up in this bitch without a Glock

Still might, leave chopper holes in the oppers size of young chop bite

Since blacktops, been pitchin no backstop

Come fuck wit the drip work, I’m painting the backdrop

I mean, my number still the same

Verses give me rental fame

Mental thoughts is ignorant

The memories I can’t attain

Mastermind, 2 lil niggas like it’s columbine

You can’t imagine what it’s like to run a mile in mine

Finer than a line

Crisp white, walk on borrowed time

They fuckin up the wave, the 808, the sine is fine

Now they the see the attention, I see the lane switch

Anything today, I was poppin before I was famous

And now the shit I be talkin done made they brains sick

Never had to pitch it, I carry keys in my cadence

A to the L I, bitch I been alive

They tryna film my life, livin you just live a lie

Heal and you just live to die, bitch I don’t feel it

It's me against the world and they can never shake my spirit