[Chorus: Breana Marin]

Whenever a storm's headed over my way

Don't matter what is going on

I can’t break down

Then if it all blows up in my face

At least I did it my way, yeah

Worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case

[Verse 1]

Yeah, said I could start over, but that you see is the unlikely

And then you ask me if I'm the best at this shit, yeah, I might be

Take them beats and I fry these, I'm so icy, you be slimy, see the shit on my feet, that's the Nike

Tick, tick, itching for that throne, cuz I am almighty

Spit it feisty, and rightly, think you can talk down, unwisely precise, I'll kill you, just politely

The music is my motivation, no frustration or conversation with it, so I'mma do this til I'm 90

Best believe, I'm on the beat, I'm rappin' these verses, and you waiting for the boy with gift like on Christmas Eve, this is easy

You in disbelief, just wait to understand me, I won't up and leave

What the boy got in store?

You at minimal, not at the pinnacle, that's what they said, but I got more

Flows that chop, shit don't ever stop, I'm best of the best, yeah I puff my damn chest, I won't never flop

Stirring shit, yeah, flex with the wristwatch

[Chorus: Breana Marin and UPC bluii]

Whenever a storm's headed over my way

Don't matter what is going on

I can’t break down

Then if it all blows up in my face

At least I did it my way

Yeah, worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case

[Verse 2]

Yeah, said music is the motivation, cuz I fell in love with it

I'm really trying to get up, write in the dark, or dim lit, shit

Often seen as a lunatic prick or dim-witted

While I'm kicking this, I'm winning, bitch

Wish I did get him with the diss

Full of spirit, take a visit, here's your ticket

Welcome to the exhibit, I gotta admit it, I'm bout really bring it

Scratch record, with your repetitive shit, like rickity rick rack

You ain't got bars, you just riff-raff

Talking your shit, stop the chit-chat

Put your feet up, relax, and just sit back

While I hit you with the witchcraft

Expel your bitch ass

I excel and you're set back

Way behind, take a look at this graph

Yeah, your check, not even reaching near half

What I make, while you getting baked, I be getting cake

Everyday, stacking easy pay, that is just the way

I might pull up, yeah, aye, just add me on GTA

I might pull up with the, just add, GTA, yeah, aye, yuhyuh, aye

[Chorus: Breana Marin]

Whenever a storm's headed over my way

Don't matter what is going on

I can’t break down

Then if it all blows up in my face

At least I did it my way, yeah

Worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case scenario

I could start over, worst case

[Outro: 𝘜𝘗𝘊 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘪]

Yeah, worst case