I′m getting sick of rappers spitting these false raps

Might deliver a verse that'll make them fall back

And get in lineOr leave it on the table like that dinnertime

You picking up the pennies but I′m getting dimes

Running through the finish line never slipping like Bambi

Always see the bigger picture never need a plan B

I live the right life, I'm everything that you can't be

Now I′m out here balling like the man Marcus Camby

No time for lip locking

We out here no pit stopping

I′m loving this hip hop

But the clock going tick tock

Opportunities still knocking

I'm better than pill popping

Junkies on the radio

But I know that they will flop and

I′m just tryna beat the competition

Aiming for the top you know I got precision

Never had a pot to piss in get the guap I'm dippin

Take precaution when you watch you know I′m optimistic

I caught you slippin never empathize the opposition

Cause nothing's gonna change you

Hear it in the background now we see the same view

Funny how you act now, we should rearrange you

I′m just spitting facts now I won't even blame you

Listen to the way that I'm spittin

I′m on a mission with writtens

I′m integrating the rhythm

Reiterating my vision

They finna hate imma get em

A little taste of this venom

I'm feeling great not offended

I win the race to the finish

215 the freeway that I done drove down

New big dreams manifested in my hometown

Do big things and I′ll be switching up my whole style

Clueless fiend the way I'm searching for some hope now

Yeah

Woke up to the sunrise looked in the mirror for my reflection

Big day here it′s kinda stressing me out

So I pray to God he testing me now

As I pick up the pad and the pen

I'm at it again

Ain′t really had a new friend in awhile

Cause life showed me that it's too hard to depend

On people befriending me now

Cause they could be fending for clout

I mean fiending

The fake in my life done revealed a new meaning

Meaning that they could be plotting and scheming

As I'm out of sight they be causing the bleeding behind my back

Just hoping labels can find my tracks

Student-athlete-artist how bout that

Truly happy they get all out-rapped

Matter fact I been way too caught up in melodic songs

To remember I can rap on and on if I want

Flow cold like Haagen-daaz I′m on top

No features, a monologue with no font

Call me a phenomenon cause I be on my way to be the best

Never losing hella views forever cruising

I be making music to relieve the stress

Yes I be rapping just to ease the pain

But I′m still making the songs heat

Shoutout to Alamo out in Spain

All love to J Dub in Long Beach

We gon make it through the rain

Yeah I was sittin under palm trees

Writing this verse in the shade

Just tryna deliver this calmly

215 that's my bornday

Special number so I give the Lord praise

Won′t be too many more warm days

But I'm just out here looking for my foreign bae

Yeah just moving pieces like a board game

Soon I′ll be looking for more pay

Said we gon make it like Cordae okay