Verse 1:

While these rappers stuck

I eat up like it was lunch

Put my feet in my chucks

Sike, in some vans, ain't no hipster, wtf

Got these people star struck

For what, when they never once gave a fuck

Now that I’m making bucks

No money to people I don’t trust

Going back to the neighborhood cuz that’s where I’m from

I’m an activist, not a gangster, never once was

Never putting an image up I won’t front

People fake, Imma be real till I’m done

Looking up at the sky asking god, if I’m going in the right direction for once

Cuz it feels so good in my gut

Imma make it I won’t budge

Destiny better hide, cuz I’m coming for a gun

I won’t give up

Many people make it and forget everyone

I’m making it for all’em

Just to give them something back for their dedication

Some recognition from being in the lower division

Liberation from their work place

Let them vibe for a moment with what I’m spitting

Verse 2:

I’m going in 100 degrees

You must not be talking to me

I’m rolling up my sleeves

I’m not gunning for defeat

At any point I’m not falling off me feet

I’ll make you fall of your seat

Before I even speak

Bitch I’m an evil seed

Don’t take me too kindly

I’m a little psycho, to say the least

Annoying call me Johnny

I’m thirsty, where’s the bleach?

Relapse has it on his album to make it clean

These rappers giving me a headache

Gotta put them back in their places

Real skill is in my mixtape

Dissect rappers, put’em in my suit case

Wait, erase choke them with a shoe lase

Take their heads off then put it back in the same place

I’ll kill you and your mate, in the track and same way