PRXSPER.

First things first

I'm about business

I'm about work

Sitting here thinking, how it all worked

Getting my winnings, getting my perks

Niggas wanna know how I came from the dirt

See, my shoes don't shine if I run from a bird

Decline the lines, refine all the hurt

Staying inside, refuse to converse

Nah I don't need them, I'm fine without them

Carry on scheming, I know the outcome

Nigga I'm seeing, all your actions

Look how you're bleeding, I should have drowned you

Ignore the feelings, rise like a falcon

They commit treason, then change the outlook

Lyrical beating, fire like Dalsim

Nigga I'm screaming, I'ma get louder

Really I'm running to racks and the gold

I want it platinum and hung on my wall (Hung on my wall)

Don't have a chain on my neck they can pull

Act like I'm broke when the bank is so full

Plot on the plan when there's nothing to do bitch

I stay on the grind got points I can prove

It's critical time bout to snap remove every doubter in sight they can taste on my boot (Break)

Increasing all of my stats

Training for combat with rats

My sound is in a new area (Huh?)

I bagged up the game then I ran (Move)

Increasing all of my stats

Training for combat with rats

My sound is in a new area

I bagged up the game then I ran (Blegh)

They talk the talk for the gang

I hear the talk then I laugh

Relocate to a new area (Yeah)

I need more space for my cats

Increasing all of my stats (Yeah)

Training for combat with rats

My sound is in a new area

I bagged up the game then I ran

Really I'm big dog

I got gold in my home no wristwatch

That Bulganin sold like big rocks

Got silicon road dough with stocks

I don't want you to know what I've been on

Never rapped for a cheque but my deals hot

Niggas came in my life now they've been gone

Paid a quarter of a mill' just to fuck off (Fucking peasant, aye)

Nigga I see the plot

I'm 'bout to beat the odds

Let me not speak my wrongs

We don't care if they're deep or not, aye

Nigga I see the plot

I'm 'bout to beat the odds

Let me not speak my wrongs

We don't care if they're deep or not

The hate that I feel is strong

Some things that I sing are wrong

So focused on keeping on

It comes with the things you love

Everyone's loving the movement

Flex and flex on my rhymes

Sometimes I think that I'll lost it

Not nothing I have just my mind

Sometimes I feel alone in this shit, God damn

Can someone please tell me how to live, God damn

I know I'm a God with the sheep, God damn

I still feel alone in this shit (Fuck)

Increasing all of my stats

Training for combat with rats

My sound is in a new area

I bagged up the game then I ran (Fuck)

Nigga I see the plot

I'm 'bout to beat the odds

Let me not speak my wrongs

We don't care if they're deep or not

We don't, fucking care, about, the shit you're on

We don't, fucking care, about, the shit you're on (Ugh, ugh)

Me no wan nobody to talk to me right now, hear?

Everyt'ing alright

Ready?