Verse 1

Fell in love with Lauryn hill

I was raised in the garden state

This track made me just reminisce

So shoutout to that nigga Drake

Confidential is coming soon

Pretty soon I'll give you a date

Thank my fans for being patient

I promise not a mistake

I been working hard on the album

And I'm Feeling more than great

I got tired of hearing Lou in the morn yelling motivate

Fuck raising the bar

I'm trynna make the game levitate kill everything moving Motherfuckers

Pull out the yellow tape

The flow's a crime scene fuck around and catch me a case

Apartment is small I need a big estate

A few puzzles pieces left b4 we start to renovate

And treat some money like a birthday party and blow on some Cake

Neanderthal rappers afraid of change

Put yourself back inside of a cave

Monkey see monkey do niggas back inside of your cage

My status is Godzilla

Beware or be afraid

Verse 2

So much devotion and matching my lyrics the passion the musical interactions emotion my spirit commitment that goes Into rapping

Do I become a slave to

All my satisfaction

With a

Wifey at home while Im fucking my latest attraction stepping Over her feelings

Keeping it moving like a verb all my words are becoming Actions it's hard to observe

My soul is dying meeting its fatal subtraction

Do I fall a victim to addiction to all of these vixens

So lord be my witness

Be my guidance

I hope the money don't lead to violence

The route of evil

Instead of providing attempts to divide us

After we

Walked through the valley of death together

Attempting to make something outta nothing a tad bit better

Out of ourselves my nigga

We were raised to ambitious should we be blaming jigga

Do someone become a judas

Because of paper

Do we need an affidavit

To do a nigga a favor

Cause wherever there's prosperity

The devils wants to neighbor

One day will get their ears one day will get their hearts

Let's keep it together like we do it with the art

Can't let the business side of things break us all apart

Shit

Break us all apart on our draft days

Verse 3

Jay Mickens guitar solo