8am in Kitchener

[Intro]
In God's hands
Be grateful
That He was there (Yeah)
Glory
Woo, the pen is charged (Glory)
Anybody who wants it can get it
That's a fact, that's a fact, that's a fact, yeah

[Verse 1]
I ain't tryna be no "almost"
Not tryna be no "what if?"
Most of y'all ain't get the picture, but what if I took it?
The girl you think is yours told me she mine, I got the footage
And I'm still getting ready for the climb, getting my footing
But I-I-I'll get it, I-I-I'll get it
Mama said that life is hard and all I could say is, "I get it"
And I wish that I could say more
So I'ma keep it stepping 'til I blow up like a claymore
The road still gon' get paved down
The dice is in my hands but the roll isn't in my favor
I keep rolling up the paper in hopеs that it help my anger
But resеntment ain't gon' change unless you do somethin'
And you ain't gon' make some change unless you lose some
And they ain't gon' see the proof unless you prove somethin', so do somethin'
It's time to be gone like bygones and move on
Move on, yeah
I see millions in my future, I'm a Fortune 500 teller
Told you that that new nigga don't suit you just to ruffle feathers
But the truth is you both basic, you belong together
Said I'm done with basic, done with Arm & Hammer
Baby, I never sold her lies, I just would tell her what I wanna tell her
Now I'm in the penthouse feeling toxic as ever, yeah
I know karma gon' get her
Then the drama gon' settle
Then she back in December
Like a Christmas special
I leave her speechless just like—
Just like this instrumental

[Interlude]
Can't get rid of nothing, man
I'm too sentimental
The pen is what? Uh
The pen is what? Uh
The pen is mental
The pen is what? Uh
Listen, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
The pen is experienced, it's getting serious
My whip look like a Opium fit, leather interior
I can't have no fear in you 'cause y'all niggas inferior
The beats I kill is serial, bank account is serial
You spent your whole CERB cheque on a dog coin and Ethereum
They tryna talk about it, I'm tryna dip like it's birria
Mama said, "Be wary of them people who ain't hearing ya"
Just never thought it'd end up being my peers'n'em, fuck

[Interlude]
I ain't think it'd be my dawgs
Right or wrong, fuck the law
Yeah, I got a little more
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Man, my old hoes coming back
New hoes acting wack
Only way I balance 'em 'cause all 'em acrobats
But I could never spare 'em, uh-uh, I ain't Captain Jack
I could disappear and I won't even pack a bag
I'm keeping myself safe except when I'm practicing sex
But I'm still gon' hit a 1-2, 1-2 then get checked, yeah
Mic checker, but there might be something else by my dresser
Light pressure, the thing bang like Mike Hector
Line by line dissector
The trifecta with a light effort
I sent flowers to his mama and she thought that was a nice gesture
All this labor I put in, you would've thought I was like third trimester
I'm built different, they ain't my texture
She blow kisses every single time that I text her
'cause I impress her
Five stars on my belt, I need to chime Lester
Fine dining with five investors applying pressure into like nine of my ventures
Damn, and mama still gonna find lectures

[Interlude]
Talking 'bout, "You need to apply in July for a semester," or some shit, I don't know
Mothers gonna be mothers
Mothers gonna be mothers

[Verse 4]
Yeah, mothers gonna be mothers
Either way, I love her
Any rapper wan' go bar for bar, I got the cover

[Outro]
Yeah, I'ma just end it there
Yeah, I gotta quit while I'm ahead
Just end it like that