[Verse 1: Keato]

Witty with the wordplay

Not bad and it’s only the first tape

Started fucking with the game now I’m thirsty

Cook a meal for your bitch on a Thursday

Some days I feel like I’ve made it already

My room in the morning is full of confetti

I’m driving the ship and I’m keeping it steady

We yearn for the challenge and bitch we are ready

Momentum is building

Venom will drip from the ceiling

The shit when I spit it is thrilling

To put in the work I am willing

Look like, we just wanna play at the Cambo

Everybody’s like stay in your lane tho

You will never be a part of the main show

Kinda feels like we’re headed that way tho

This shit is all can believe in, I need it making the beat - work out my scheme on the weekend

Getting better everyday, fuck you are second-rate need to convey that you’ve only ever been cliche

Couldn’t give a fuck what you have to say

I can see that you’re stuck in your boring ways

Your beat fucking sucks and you had to pay?

Shit, you’ve been lead astray - look

Shit’s exciting tho, great timing

Symptoms of boredom depression subsiding

Lighting the fire - let’s put it in writing always finding that silver lining

My playbook is endless is endless - I spit till I’m breathless

I’m hip-hop’s apprentice; rap Dennis The Menace relentless

Locked in, target set, best thing about it is we haven’t even started yet

[Verse 2: Keato]

Back for seconds, Christmas dinner

Tear up the track; olympic sprinter

I got my own style, time like a sundial run wild motherfucker’s got rhymes stockpiled

I got an aspiration, a fixation no stagnation I’m impatient

I wanna tour the nation craving the affirmation and captivation

Is he barking up the wrong tree?

Pretty much he’s cheap shit; Bond Street

I admit he can make a pretty strong beat

But the boy can’t rap, trust me

He’s just rapping cos it’s trendy, plus the motherfucker’s way too friendly

The style and his vibe it offends me. Shit - we got em in a frenzy (ah)

I’m running on empty, killing this shit not even 20

Don’t even tempt me, do it for Henry

Pretty fucking deadly - keep it contemporary

I can’t wait to see what’s next collect respect - direct the sets - perfect the text I’m next

Wanna kick it with the best but I digress

First step get as tight as the tightest

I think I’m on the right track, despite the fact that we haven’t had feedback

I might just act like we don’t need that. Nah, kinda wanna see that

So we’re running with the vision on a mission gunna kill it like a villain shit it's rippin like a skillet I’m in it

Two facts: The best is yet to come. No rest till we’re the ones

[Outro: Samson]

You thought I took a backseat, but I’m driving like Gosling

O brother where art thou, I just wanna wish you Godspeed

Hope you know that I’m writing for our old man, Hemingway

Suprised him like I hit him with a MJ fadeaway

Throwbacks to backwards caps channel Max Goof

Changed it up Koufax attacking the booth

You seen me on the screens now, feening in your dreams now

You yearn for the glamour but not for the truth

You play it, you like it you realise who made it you claim you don’t feign that you hate on it

Not playing for titles or acclaim but just saying give me a banger I’ll prey on it

I'm not talking with bound hands cause I can’t find centre like Schroder

And bitch you know we’ve got plans, we’re gonna end up in the MoMA

Now I’m running from the drama

And it chase me like this Banshee

Mama warned me ‘bout the karma

Tempting fate can it catch me?

And I won’t fade out till the last beat, won’t fade out till the last beat, won’t fade till the last beat