[Chorus: Breana Marin]
Whenever a storm's headed over my way
Don't matter what is going on
I can’t break down
Then if it all blows up in my face
At least I did it my way, yeah
Worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case

[Verse 1]
Yeah, said I could start over, but that you see is the unlikely
And then you ask me if I'm the best at this shit, yeah, I might be
Take them beats and I fry these, I'm so icy, you be slimy, see the shit on my feet, that's the Nike
Tick, tick, itching for that throne, cuz I am almighty
Spit it feisty, and rightly, think you can talk down, unwisely precise, I'll kill you, just politely
The music is my motivation, no frustration or conversation with it, so I'mma do this til I'm 90
Best believe, I'm on the beat, I'm rappin' these verses, and you waiting for the boy with gift like on Christmas Eve, this is easy
You in disbelief, just wait to understand me, I won't up and leave
What the boy got in store?
You at minimal, not at the pinnacle, that's what they said, but I got more
Flows that chop, shit don't ever stop, I'm best of the best, yeah I puff my damn chest, I won't never flop
Stirring shit, yeah, flex with the wristwatch

[Chorus: Breana Marin and UPC bluii]
Whenever a storm's headed over my way
Don't matter what is going on
I can’t break down
Then if it all blows up in my face
At least I did it my way
Yeah, worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case

[Verse 2]
Yeah, said music is the motivation, cuz I fell in love with it
I'm really trying to get up, write in the dark, or dim lit, shit
Often seen as a lunatic prick or dim-witted
While I'm kicking this, I'm winning, bitch
Wish I did get him with the diss
Full of spirit, take a visit, here's your ticket
Welcome to the exhibit, I gotta admit it, I'm bout really bring it
Scratch record, with your repetitive shit, like rickity rick rack
You ain't got bars, you just riff-raff
Talking your shit, stop the chit-chat
Put your feet up, relax, and just sit back
While I hit you with the witchcraft
Expel your bitch ass
I excel and you're set back
Way behind, take a look at this graph
Yeah, your check, not even reaching near half
What I make, while you getting baked, I be getting cake
Everyday, stacking easy pay, that is just the way
I might pull up, yeah, aye, just add me on GTA
I might pull up with the, just add, GTA, yeah, aye, yuhyuh, aye

[Chorus: Breana Marin]
Whenever a storm's headed over my way
Don't matter what is going on
I can’t break down
Then if it all blows up in my face
At least I did it my way, yeah
Worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case scenario
I could start over, worst case

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Yeah, worst case