[Verse 1]

They say they came to build, but ain’t laid the groundwork

Or made sure the dirt foundation’s sound first

Never faced days waist deep in the brown earth

Or paid sleep for a leash on this three-pound curse

Parade away your basic gritty outburst

Before the rainy clouds give it a downturn

When all your fancy plans began to flounder

Standing on the fault of a chance encounter

It’s hand to mouth with quicksand for bedrock

So little big man kickstands to get props

Rip van-ned the target, mismarked his best shot

Started cutting construction costs like sweatshops

Dead stop, try to go live

Left off, highbrow right in a nose dive

Guest spots? Ghetto red hot

But the stage show was laid low by the Most High

[Hook 1]

If you came to flex skills, then, let’s build

But it ain’t a steep hill, so, let’s build

Say you left the set killed, well, let’s build

I’ll never collect mills, but I’m best to wreck ill

If you came to get filled, then, let’s build

But it ain’t a test drill, so, let’s build

Say you next with fresh grills, well, let’s build

I’ll never rep the trill, but I’m fresh to death still

[Verse 2]

If you brought a hammer and a nail

I got-ta-got that plan that never fails

Watch your man expand on the details

To profit the land without abandoning the trail

Damage on this scale? Back to square one

A walking injustice who gave it a fair run

When they’re done with this brick and mortar

We’ll be lucky to cop plots or empty quarters

From your cornerstone that was born alone

Kept under the floorboards of a war at home

This ugly structure’s more than poor to the bone

Thugs affording chrome, but not supporting their own

No go, try to solo

Slowpokes, young souls tied to those grown folks

Rowboats, but they don’t float

Two cents and blueprints anchored to choke ropes

[Hook 2]

If you came to get filled, then, let’s build

But it ain’t a test drill, so, let’s build

Say you next with fresh grills, well, let’s build

I’ll never rep the trill, but I’m fresh to death still

If you came to flex skills, then, let’s build

But it ain’t a steep hill, so, let’s build

Say you left the set killed, well, let’s build

I’ll never collect mills, but I’m best to wreck ill

[Verse 3]

These cats strap on hardhats and lace their boots

Bragging on tracks that they embrace the roots

Lazy crews who say they got away with tools

But truthfully their music be the praise of fools

Disasters whose actions display the proof

From basements to rafters that break in two

Cowards take a piece, but never pay what’s due

The groundwork means kneeling to raise the... roof

[Outro]

Matthew 7:24—29