[Verse]

Uh-oh, this is the intro

Better listen closely, you will get your mind blown

Up-and-coming MC, rarely goes unknown

Parental advisory, when I talk it's real grown

I be the, one that they call Matty, the one that's not chatty

The one that's kinda bratty, the one with the fatty

The one your label finds quite lyrical, that's never looking casual

I'm clearly not your typical, that's why the basics critical

Only hang with a select few, three friends but they ain't new

Been down and they been knew, our dreams we got to pursue

Hard workers and go gеtters, won't take your watch but we'rе risk takers

Soon to be, cruising on yachts in Capri

With my new man, I call him papi

He don't gotta introduce me, they know me

Or at least they think they do

New rumor every week, think the truth is overdue

We'll be pulling out them big black trucks or tour buses

Making even bigger bucks, my crew bosses

Ready for them sleepless nights and early mornings

Spending on the day to day your monthly earnings

So much yet that still hasn't been told

About time that I come in and break the mold

Lot of you rappers should be scared 'cause y'all raps be whack

When they hear my shit, they just run it back

Tryna put me in a box so bad, I told 'em hop in mine

First thing on my mind when I wake up, rise and grind

Just like you're tryna feed yours, I'm tryna feed mine

Generational wealth, my purpose's well defined

My shift started, I'm clocked in

Get me my pad and my pen, I'm locked in

Treat this like a job, see me put the work in

But that's no news to you bitches that be lurking

Only promoting real talent, and real skills

They would rather hear lies because real kills

Trending topic because MAT is the real deal

Even if they're blue, it don't mean your bills real

No longer buying, the dreams that they sell

Move in, complete silence, I don't kiss and tell

Said you, don't fuck with me so I yawned, oh well

While I'm celebrating W's, you're catching L's

I sign MD on the dotted lines, bums are busy snorting lines

No ability, whatsoever, to write their own rhymes

Bust ya guns, it's shooting time, camera roll, it's shooting time

All that talking's a no-go, it's executing time

Takes dedication like Dwayne's mixtapes

Canal Street the way I'll push my mixtapes

Obsession the way on me they fixate

I can't blame 'em, just make sure your kids ate

Too ill, fuck a prescription

Bad bitch, I fit the description

Wi-Fi, I got plenty connections

In and out the country, long flights no connections

Word to Aubrey, sooner than later

I'll be making history, I'm my future's creator

Won't hide my success from the world like Adonis

It will get violent, not a threat, it's a promise

[Outro]

Hop in my box, let's get it