Think they competition

I don't even see'em

This shit my religion

I write what I'm living

I stuck with the bars

Now I'm in a prison

This shit contradicting

But I'm on a mission

(hook)

Worldwide way deep

Famo creeping through the street

On the grind no sleep

All work no play

Make a record next day

Repeat

How we creeping in the scenes

No chitchat all action

Talk is way to cheap

Verse 1

Came up from the pavement

Funny how you thought I'm basic

How I went through all the changes

But demons is still in the basement

Been through all of my phases

Jumping on to your playlist

How we running towards greatness

Man even karma trynna chase us

Spent like a couple months up in the brix

Been hella grinding trynna make a hit

I'm trynna make it lit

Up in the pit

I'm trynna get my mama filthy rich

I finna stack my hunnids at the crib

Been trynna bite but they might need a bib

Got that siracha lace it with the drip

Now I got skater whippin up the mix

Frightening every time I bend the wrist though (it's)

My dream is ending up on the top floor

Eminem

How Im showing them what I stan for

Build a building that building

What i ain't built for

I just been grinding

Been working on double

To double the rate

That we get for the trouble

Then flip all the petty niggas out the jungle

Always on hustle

Never pull a muscle

This is my rebuttal

Then pull out the struggle

With racks in the duffle

Body bag a couple

We running and leaving them all in a puddle (uh)

They fucking belligerent

Trynna counter my element

To your girl you irrelevant

Is it cause im a gentleman

How she suck on my intelligence

(Bridge)

Think they competition

I don't even see'em

This shit my religion

I write what I'm living

I stuck with the bars

Now I'm in a prison

This shit contradicting

But I'm on a mission

(Hook)

Worldwide way deep

Famo creeping in the street

On the grind no sleep

All work no play

Make a record next day

Repeat

How we creeping in the scenes

No chitchat all action

Talk is way to cheap

Verse 2

I come from the bottom

Got stains on my shirt

But promised my mama

That I make it work

How imma give her the life she deserves

How we gon switch from the hood to the burbs

I gotta problem

Deciding if rapping was really a talent or is it a curse

This is a battle

You winning a hearse

How I'm a dog

But the words in reverse

They calling backup to backup they lines

I beat the beat up then package and sign

Shipping a piece of me outta my mind

It comes with a body bag of your design

3 Steps

Cost a nigga life

Come correct

Better check the sign

Pay respect

Or Dues will be the price

Flabbergasted

Oh that dude is nice

I do not celebrate enemies

But the man in the mirror he betters me

While They drowning their fears in that Hennessy

And they constantly feed on my energy

They depressed so they choke on amphetamines

I'm the persecutor do it verbally

YeH my rapping on point like a guillotine

Millirockin and chopping em out the scene

If I want it a hunnid

Imma get it

Doesn't matter if we call a paramedic

My delivery gone leave a couple niggas diabetic

High pass I

Filter them off of the parametric

Cause they prolly just be

Talkin about money bitches and Patek

Repeating but I just said it

They moving but orchestrated

It's funny they don't regret it

Maneuvers premeditated

The messages I've embedded

They hated and resented the fact that everything I do is calculated