[Verse 1]

Ey, what's a threat to youngin' that murder

On the lines of this page

All the power he yearning

When he rhyming on stage?

All the haters are chirping, the fans shouting his name

End of the day he still locked in a cage

'Cause really power, possession and false pride got me knocking my chest

I might go out to the club, ball out and I flex

I probably think I'm the boss, but sum it down in a shell

There's some promoter nigga writing my cheque

Most of you niggas making money for that white man behind that desk

And what you own of it is only a fraction, yeah I'll remind you

When you getting your shine I'm just that young nigga behind you

15 seconds of Insta that's how they blind you

You letting the fame define you, so much for doing you

Your only competition should only be you and you

So when I'm rhyming it's just me letting Uzis and deuces loose

And as for that nigga staring back in the mirror I do him too

I ain't got love for these niggas, that's the way I was brought up

Got a flight to catch, I ain't got time to get caught up

I know you caught it

See they would give you two times Christ, they double cross ya

Cuz don't get comfortable, no man is not disposable

Any dummy can claim he a rapper, spit something quotable

Think about it, you right where you are 'cause the fans voted you

You got to get to sweating, that's who you owe it to

Real

[Interlude]

Making this mixtape... uh

I think this is the most selfish project I've ever done

You know? 'Cause track after track it's just me talking about me or the things that I've been through in every light in every and every side 'cause you know there is two, the best I can

[Verse 2]

I'm running laps with a machete, I poach niggas

That's the only way I know how to approach niggas

Everybody's talking about beef, it won't finish

But I know better than to stick my nose in folk's business

I met a white girl that told me she's obsessed with my voice

And that it took a lot to say it 'cause she ate her pride first

How stupid she felt for saying she won't date a swart boy

It's crazy how far we done came off of DataFileHost

They know we bad, and ntwana I made moves

Cheap talkers cheap but it doesn't pay dues

So we break bread then records then break rules

Getting fucked up, 50 shades of Grey Goose

The weed made me get trippy, the liquor makes for the stories

The music made me get itchy, the pussy erase my worries

The money made me get greedy then everything just got blurry

Got selfish, maybe got needy, It all just came in a hurry, ayy

But I understand I'm disposable

Any dummy can claim he a rapper but I am quotable

Think about it, I'm right where I am because the fans voted me

So tell me why I shouldn't kill you to get what you owe to me?

Real

[Outro]

I think, I think I worked hard enough to...

You know? Say that I'm proud of myself and you're going to be proud when you hear it too

Be it either you're a one day fan or a day one fan