One More Thing

[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, okay
Yeah
Uh, uh-huh, turn my mic up
And I'm not just saying that for the intro, I really mean turn the mic up
Yeah

[Verse]
First of all, gotta thank myself
On God, Kane and I, man, we got no help
They ain't buy the dream, so I buy myself
Now it's me and our wins, I ain't by myself
Good vibes, neighbourhood ties
One time for the shoulda would guys throwing crook eyes
Typical hood lies, yeah, I can guess
Go ahead, let's hear the flex
I done heard it all, cashing big cheques
Oh, you used to ball, starter for the Nets
Then you had a sprain and nothings been the same
You can go back any day, okay, let me spit some game
See, if you spent your life doing this
Then I'm about to ruin this thing that caught your spark
Your love for the arts
Break it down to what's hot on the charts
You breaking my heart in these hard times
I still provided, open your eyelids
The game plan, hustle sold separately
A changed man working so desperately
To support, ain't do it for support
If we taking it to battle, I'm ready for the war
Let's make it short, you don't gotta walk with me
I did this with a degree, so don't talk to me
Unless you got one in the whip shotgun
But I ain't sitting in the front, nah, I never front
Pull my own stunts
Can't be replicated, we ain't cut from the same cloth
You more fabricated and been stuck in the same spot
Suckers, get your cake up, not your hate up
'Cause this mack tell the truth, ain't nothing left to make up
Built your foundation, now you're doing too much
Tryna replicate the goat, damn, you making me blush
Young Afghan, but I'm rushing all my soldiers
I told ya if I can't coach ya, then I'ma have to roast ya, uh
Devastated, never medicated
Better dedicated to the craft, so I'ma make it last
If this your first time hearing this, you 'bout to experience
Life when not taken so damn serious
Surrounded by clowns who think they run the town
Wait for the year end period, who get a cut like bacteria?
Tax season come up, they need to get they funds up
'Cause it was volunteer, but now that the funs up
Reality hits, and them like and plays don't get split
All the edits and pics of clothes, but they the one throwing fits
'Cause they realised they ain't making shit
Tisk, tisk, uh, how tense
Some common sense could have helped
But I did this myself, so I own all the percents
Don't care about being famous, rather stay nameless
But have all the wealth managers know my name is
No fingerprints on the trigger, that's why it's stainless
If you're feeling lucky, then tempt how good my aim is
This shit gets heinous to the point I can't even feel what pain is
And one more thing, fuck 'em all, I'm the greatest
King Kresnt, one take, ayy