[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty

[Chorus]
Timin' on my wrist, I had to Audemar it
Stackin' up, 'cause that been my alma mater
When it's tough, gotta keep on goin' harder
When it's tough, gotta keep on goin' harder
I'ma make it to the sky, on my mama
And my name won't ever die, on my father
For my family, I'ma ride, I'm a martyr
When you don't sacrifice your pride, it's an honor

[Verse 1]
I've been to Hell and back, slow pacin'
While y'all was watchin' Netflix, I was impatient, locked down
Couldn't stay at the house, had to get out the basement
I got some things to accomplish, don't need motivation
You know my hustle is verified (No blue check)
They see the bank, got them terrifiеd (Off two zips)
Picture me rollin', 2Pac and I'm in a tank
Got money from Baby, no fishin' tank
I put down thе molly and sippin' drank
That's how I don't give a fuck what you think
I looked in the mirror and got my priorities straight
Can't focus on you, I gotta make sure that we straight
Couldn't bitch up I'm the man of the house
I had to plan a new route
Turned my life into a movie and brought all the cameras out
[Chorus]
Timin' on my wrist, I had to Audemar it
Stackin' up, 'cause that been my alma mater
When it's tough, gotta keep on goin' harder
When it's tough, gotta keep on goin' harder
I'ma make it to the sky, on my mama
And my name won't ever die, on my father
For my family, I'ma ride, I'm a martyr
When you don't sacrifice your pride, it's an honor

[Verse 2]
Ayy, runnin' these circles around ya
And I started behind ya
You lay a finger on me or my lady
The river where they gonna find ya
Y'all must be new to the city or blind
Doubt that you need a reminder
Three rings on my finger
I'm bringin' the paper together like it was a binder
Designer, I go harder under pressure
I'm made of carbon, so I made diamonds with it
And the carbine on the dresser
And I've been shot callin' since I shot out my daddy dick
Turned into a big stepper
Homie tryna get on my level, gotta get better
I could put you on game, show you where to aim
Looked up to the man, that's who I became
I've been gettin' ghost from the social media
'cause it's a lot of lames
And folks like to fake flex like they chain blessed
But they buy they jewelry off of Shop Gold
The albums ain't goin' platinum yet, but a lot sold