Young and impatient

I don't have time for changes

I need consistency

I hear too much complaining

Don't do this shit for fun

I take serious

Excuses all I keep hearing

Just stop ya bitchin' and get it done

Niggas goin' through motions

I tell em' miss me, I'm focused

On making history, want this

Feel my intensity growing

You cannot limit me

Moments like these are hard to find

But I just want what's mine

The crown and the title

Don't let me near you

You overrapping

You rap like a 100 words per minute still no one hear you

Hard to hear you over the laughter

My confidence tatted

I'm ready, I wanted it badder

Don't none of you scare me, what happen

Too obsessed with maintaining

The fact that you made it

All of that money talk, you overcompensating

You rap for ya friends, I rap for the world

I'm out chasing dreams, you out chasing girls

Too busy facetiming, borrowing bars

I did more than you in a year I know that's gotta be hard

A million views and empty seats

You boys can't compete

My fans real, they don't hide behind computer screens

I use contracts for toilet paper

I don't need no one's favors

And I don't fuck with labels

I'm managed by all of my friends

Who help me off of the love and never asked me for shit

They say it's not a career if it don't pay the rent

Though I love this, I had to make it make sense

Desires fill up my list

Cus we work day and night

I see it in my sights

My girl think I'm obsessed, I think she might be right

Well fuck trying my best, I waited all my life

I got a loyal team and some checks to write

Shows selling out, used to be open mics

Ignoring all your hype

I just keep planning and plotting, watching you going ghost

Shitting on all your hopes

I'm booked at all your shows

You turn around and you see me grinning

I'm winning

Made sound decisions, I'm inching

Closer towards ya, I'm on ya, I'm practically sprinting

I warned ya

They pay me in cash, bet they pay your ass in exposure

I made it, you out here cutting corners

Boy I earned mine

I mean how much you pay for that cosign

Who you related to

Whose writing all your rhymes

It's like you boys got comfortable losing

They wanted you taken out, man I was happy to do it

I made it, you ain't expect it

I'm next, you gotta accept it

If you slept on me just know you'll regret it

The Prologue 2 on the way

But it's been so long I had to cook up a tape

Debut so strong, could've just chilled but I had too much to say

This for the family

You ain't present that's how it had to be

Sayonara for now but you niggas ain't seen the last of me

Ghost