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30 piece
Welcome to the show

Man who woulda thought I’d be the one they was watchin
I gave em 20 to choose, like they was runnin the option
I’m approachin 22 so the games slow, same lil nigga wit the 2s spittin silly off the brain though
I done paid my dues so I’m gettin paid
True, it ain’t much but I move like I’m really saved
Crew chasin millis, not a few, nah I’m playin five-tool like I’m Willie, ay
Promo team got me comin through like I’m Billy Mays
Ain’t it a dream livin?
Jo we been steamin, they been streamin what we cookin like we been in Paula Dean kitchen
Clean, whippin somethin Japanese, luxury driven
Pushin for the green like I’m Tyler the Creator, thankin mine
For the day I’m outta line, gettin paper in advance, just another dream of mine till we major, like
Glory, hallelujah
I say a prayer then make it happen how I gotta do, clap at me, I gotta do ya
I’m wavin sayonara, ain’t sayin sorry to ya
I’ve had a solid year, I’m starrin, I’m on my Kaluuya
In more than one way, ever since I started, niggas wanna see me play the bad guy like it’s hard to do it
It’s all a job, I just enjoy the way I cash out
It feel good bringin presents to my dad house
It feel good havin real gold francos
But gully in my soul, boy I ain’t the one to badmouth, see
I know I walk like I believe I’m the Son comin
But only God give me peace when I run from it
Fake niggas laughin, tryna hurt me, real ones love me
See me at my peak, I quiet groups like they Young Money
Oh, you a shooter, is that why you hold that gun funny?
I’m a movement, you a rapper, you are not the one for me
But I be coolin, just three things I don’t play about:
Family, my name, and the paper that these bums run me
Stop the, comparisons, I drop and, embarrass em
Work till, I overload, chop then, compare and send
I just been niche expanding
I don’t take this for granted
I’m stackin chips and favors, different flavors, sprint the gamut
I overcomplicate it, I’m tryna set the standard
I’m undercompensated, ragin like I’m David Banner
I really been exhausted, but I can handle it I think, cuz gettin sleep is prolly not how imma push a Phantom
But depression and anxiety, they work in tandem
So I be fightin while I’m writing so I understand em
My eyes heavy, my mind heavy, my time gone
But my pen swole, so I’m ready
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Go off, any second, show off, any record
Show out, any way that I can
Way I’m movin on up, move the message
I’m up, I’m the freshest
I work, that’s the way that I am
I been puttin me first, so I’m eatin
I hurt, so I see what I dream by the end of the ride
It ain’t just what I want, nah I need it
I grind, till I bleed but this stress, ain’t gon eat me alive
But it would be nice to chill though