[Verse]

Rap niggas wear a disguise and still I know it's you

I know the truth and I'm supposed to notice who?

Nah, you gotta show some proof

You only get confident when you go in booths

You don't show my quest love, I'm back to my oldest roots

Some petty niggas known to shoot

You want smoke? I got shotties as old as Snoop

I'll give you the rope to hang and I'll hold the noose

I'm only happy when I'm foldin' loot

I'm so recluse, I only talk to myself and I give them no excuse

Real niggas is now known as goofs

They turn misery into memes and funerals into photoshoots

Your flow's a fluke, you spit the coldest lies and it's no surprise

I'm polarized, Daniel Robitaillе in a coat and tie but no demise

It bе's like that when a nigga knows the vibes

See my reflection when you close your eyes

Made that connection, now your soul is mine

Nothing but darkness on the road to shine

But if you was notarized, you would know to rise

Let's keep it a hunnid

I've been watchin' my back for years, I don't sleep on my stomach

They say go and tackle your fears you believe that you want it

If you holdin' back on your tears, either leave it or love it

I weave through the rubbish like I'm Saquon

Giant steps I'ma take on

So heavy is the head, but the ruthless king couldn't play pawn

In any situation I'ma stay calm

Don't be the bottom of the food chain and get preyed on

Stack bundles like Rayquon 'til I'm ballin' like Ray John

Rondo, Griselda Blanco, the smell of Pablo

Escobar, stumbled when I left the bar

Eleven Maddie Parks, spent ten thousand in that restaurant

Dressed rather sharp, Johnny Walker blue, fresh cigar

We gon' live the day, 'cause we don't know if we'll see death tomorrow

Who else could I play? A couple names, all the rest bizarre

What else could I say? Got paid from pain, nigga check the scars, hah

A .50 cal'll leave your chest ajar

Your arms too short to box with a god that's too blessed to spar, bless is hard

But catch me in the back room payin' for damages

'Cause Scott roughed up the waiter for servin' us cold sandwiches

How hood niggas handle shit, open scars and give bandages

The only blessin' you get is life, take your advantages

Sometimes I drink away the pain until it vanishes

But life's a business, God gave it to you, he ain't gon' manage it

Yeah, a real man'll stand on his own two

So own the pain, don't let it own you

Yeah, a real man'll stand on his own two

Own the pain, don't let it own you