CHANT (feat. Tones and I)

They told me that I vanished

They told me that I had it

They told me that I'm gone

I told them: Don't panic

When you've done it this long and you've seen magic

And you know it won't kill you, even when the whole world doubts it

This is my moment, they can't take my talent

They can't take my stripes, they can't erase my hours

I'm from the underground, anything above ground is a mountain

I'm done tryna impress anybody but the Heavens where I'm headed

You don't get to hold on me your flowеrs

I am in my zone, eyes on thе throne

20k deep, better pull out your phones

Turnin' the arena to believers every time I hit the ceiling, ain't nobody ever touchin' my show

Look at where we started, look at what we got to

Almost OD'd that night in the hospital, wasn't gonna die, more life in the arsenal

Got another shot to pull off the impossible

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting on?

Are you ready to die yet?

The pain is what made this boy

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

On my grave one quote will be [?]

Never played the game to be a contestant

Never joined the league to ride benches

The wins hittin' different when they don't expect it

Yeah, ain't they gotta like me

Got my own Nikes, no Nike ID

They not tryna stop me but my logo went over the Jumpman

I remember all I had was a bus pass, sellin' CD's to make a couple of bucks back

And now I'm up in meetings, and you better believe me

Now that we got the arena, the sonics makin' a come back

I'm not a businessman, I got children, man

I treat my city like it is my [?]

'Til the residency get to buildin', man

I think I'm playin' Batman but that is my plan

Now what fifty thousand feels like

When you question, is this real life?

The money doesn't buy happiness, that's facts

'Til you take what you made and it's hard to give it back, right back

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting on?

Are you ready to die yet?

The pain is what made this boy

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

I was supposed to be a one hit ringer

Now I got too many rings and not enough fingers

Keep doing my thing, they keep chasing the wave

Thinking that they're gonna be the one to outpace age

I must got Mick Jagger DNA

Rolling Stone bags, pre-check, no TSA

I'll be seventy-eight, SM58 in my face

Like, who wants to go next?

Nobody's touching my stage

Their heads [?] like a B-Boy head spinning

I bench pressed the industry and I deadlift it

It's been written, I've been runnin' this, it's been a minute

Been done it, I bet you a hundred that I've been winnin'

The Benz's tinted, this band vintage, yeah, I been did it

The crib I live in is like Ben Stiller's an evening at my house, a night at the museum

Trophies, plaques all over in the [?]

At the end of the day it's like, who needs it?

Player on player, I gotta keep competin'

Keep dreamin', won't settle for shit

It is a sport, it's my life, run the championship, I'm gone

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting on?

Are you ready to die yet?

The pain is what made this boy

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

Are you alive?

Are you alive?