[Verse 1]

No days off

This is real life

Words so sharp

They cut like a knife

History repeats itself

But I fucking hate it

Got that Hickory Farms

Turkey sausage and I ate it

It’s album 3

I think I’ll call it Galaxies

Almost like the Model 3

I’m gonna break normality

Don’t try to overthrow me

I’ve ruled these streets for a while

If you think any different

Then you’re in denial

We're the boy kings

The young kings of history

One shot to the face

Consider it a victory

One hit and then we’ll

Send ‘em to the cleaner

Rap game so hostile

I can’t get any meaner

I’m gonna make it somewhere

I don’t care if it bothers you

Flying past you in my Tesla

Got you feeling blue

Other days you tell the critics

To all go to hell

But let me ask you are you living

Or are you living well?

[Verse 2]

Back on the mic

And about to spit fire

Running from the penthouse

Shout out to Lexi Dreier

Lock me in the basement

And throw away the key

I’ll still break out and

Put in work like Sajnovsky

I’ve said this many times

None of you can stop me

I’m the most determined

Guy in the CLE

Sound the alarm

I’m invading your stereo

My sound will resonate

From the 216 and 330

Maybe worldwide but

For now I’ll let it go

I’d rather be here selling

Electric cars with Bobo

I think I’ve found my passion

I’ll make it a career

Once I’m on the team

I’ll help make it their best year

This could be my purpose

I’m onto something here

Making Earth a little better

Since ’94, my birth year

My music is my journal

Keeping track of my travels

Listen to the next track

As my next chapter unravels