[Verse 1: Toine]

Look, how the fuck did I

Get here? I ain't talking being alive

I mean working for the machine with the dream in my eye

No contact, if you wack, you don't need a reply

This nigga O told me early there's a seat in the ride

To success 'bruh. You blessed, what you need, I provide

So if i wasn't shot-gunning, it was me and my pride

Got me feeling the same way I felt my Grandmomma died

I'm getting old, time bleeding out, this ain't what I dream about

Up beating the sun, on that first bus leaving out

The city just ain't for me no more, trust when I'm breathing out

The smoke. When I be on stage, they be like, 'Toine Go!'

But back home, I'm still a John Doe from upper Marlboro

Nah Yo, fuck that, if I ain't got the condo

Living bomb jo, fuck your top 5 convo

I'm gone so passed like, Rajon Rondo

Gotta keep it real like Los Blancos, I rep for my mom, Jo

Yo, plus who got my back too

And 'ion mean for whatever rap do, it's just a capsule

I'm actual

[Verse 2: Oddisee]

Most of my fans think that I'm underrated

I put myself within the box amongst the ones who made it

Amongst the greatest and the latest at the same time

I'm killing stages with your favorites and evading Shine

And me I'm fine with the position that I'm in

But my listeners think I should be positioned in the tens

Top fives, number ones, all the awards

And all the shit that comes with it, that I tend to ignore

This is classic over fashion, lasting over passing

Passion over niggas who just do shit for reactions

I may not ever be on BET at a show

But I done seen the fucking globe so fuck accepting some gold

Fuck your VIP parties I'd rather chill on the sofa

Smoke some shisha, my feet up, my lady bout to come over

No chips upon my shoulder, I'm just speaking how I feel

My nigga I'm good for real I got a house with a

Fridge full of meals, a lot of time to kill

And my nigga I'm good for real

[Verse 3: Trek Life]

To the listeners I gave y'all the best of me

And when that wasn't enough, I gave the rest of me

I thought that talent and hard work would be the recipe

But that cake never did bake up successfully

And trust me, I was in the kitchen constant, new styles

We rocked 'em, shows, we had 'em popping, penning new

Concoctions, I guess I probably should have been a doctor or a

Lawyer [?] could properly destroy ya', in the lab

Straight toiling while my album get ignored my blood

Boiling. Why the fuck y'all keep passing up me in line?

But I'm out, I'm 'finna shine from the side line, goodbye

I'mma let Toine serve you up, Sean Wyze hurtin 'em

Stik Figa and Hawdwerk set to murder ya'

I put in all this grind and they say, "we never heard of ya"

Damn that had me trippin', but maybe the real mission

Was to set the stage so the next generation can glisten

So I'm cool man I mean, I guess I'm cool man