[Verse]

Lately I’ve been working double time

Probably cause I’m fucking loving rhymes

Going to the top, got 'em all surprised

And it’s probably cause I come from under, right?

On stage, got your bitches screaming

Cause I was killing shit the other night

Couple weeks ago, I was doing time

In the psych ward, hella supervised

Oh Lord!

I don’t know why the kids at my school would pray on my downfall

I am the alpha

I am the captain

No carpet of magic

Is even required to just let a lad in

I am a savage

This shit is madness

Why ain’t I stacking?

This shit is backwards

Why you backtracking?

Tired of asking

I don’t know why I was slacking

Whoo!

But why does everybody want me to live according to them?

I just like chilling at home, I work in the studio, now I’m recording again

I can barely even pay for my car, but pretty soon I’ll be owning like ten

You wonder why you ain’t been making them dollars?

I promise it’s all cause you’re boring as shit!

Whoo!

This is all more than a dream

Just got a team, to me that is something that’s beyond belief

I wonder what I’ll achieve

I wonder what I’ll achieve!

You said this was something that I couldn’t be

But what in the fuck did you think?

What in the fuck did you think?

Now imma tell you to leave!

You didn’t want it to happen as badly as I did

Well rewind then, we’ll find it

We were tight then, watching Spy Kids

Then the hype hit and you guys dipped like a light switch

But I been like this since I was like 10

Tell me why then are there lies in your saliva?

So defiant, I don’t like it

Hope you might quit, that’s a high wish

Open your eyelids, man I’m done trying

Whoo!

Can I catch a breath?

Let me catch a break and then we’ll talk what’s next

I’m trying to protect my own project

Lemme work a little bit so I can cop some checks

Then we’ll move on from Kansas City

And every time I move, take my mansion with me

That’s just a thought, but the damage hits me

That JCO ain’t just a brand, it’s history

Ah!

Do I make myself?

Cause I probably can

Fuck the faking help

Cause I already did

But I can’t tell

Cause I’m just a kid

But I kill more than 90%

Of music today

But they all in my way

I'm tryna get the world’s attention

With the words that I say

Roger that

Feel like I’m writing a screenplay

I’m airing out the field

But I’m not in the Green Bay

You listen to him

But I don’t care what he say

Don’t wind it back

No need for replays

Two women in my phone

Now I’m thinking bout a three way

Busted out, all bum

Call that a release date

Crush you wannabe rappers

All up on the SoundCloud

And 64 bitches

Mario’d with a ground pound

Think nobody notice that you’re faking?

Well, I found out

You ain’t really fucking with the vision?

Man, I don’t doubt!

I ain’t ever gonna slow down

Not till I’m the motherfucking owner of my hometown

Look, man, watch out, I’ll give you the run down

You ain’t fucking with it, that’s a dumb crowd, thumbs down

One day, I’mma sell out the Uptown

Have the crowd looking like an up-down

Hope I don’t get bussed out, that would really suck, wow

I just wonder when I wanna win it but I won now

Almost there, man, I swear I can taste it

Don’t shout out pears, cause Rick Ross is basic

I’m the type to wear flip-flops on a spaceship

Still down here, they don’t know my face yet

Know I got a talent but I ain’t gonna waste it

Know I’m gonna kill it, think we all need to face it

Know I dropped an album but I got another coming

Stay tuned, cause June 26th the date, bitch