[VERSE 1: VNCHY]
Okay, when I was growing up
Told all those on top I'll take your spot, I'm only owning up
Now a n***a's hot so don't be changing up (switching up)
Trust a lot’s about to change with us though
Lately I been getting mute off the loud
People stressing me out
When you know you gon' make it, school’s like investing in doubt
See myself out in Vegas Cubanos pressed to my mouth
SLS ya boy finessin' like I came out the South
My team is without a doubt, the realist about
Givenchy on his chest try to guess the amount
Nah, a couple K's just ain't a serious amount
Conflicted by doubt, my route will prove your best ain't enough
Just take a leap of faith, hope you living right
Too many live in evil like
Huh, how could I chase these dreams and rarely ever sleep at night
Girl the things I write
And the weed I light
Just never has me feeling right
Like you have me on cloud 9
It's the right sign
We bout to blow so don't miss this flight
Martin Luther had a vision, will you be my eyes
If I get hurt will u be my guide
If I place first will you be my prize
If I can't handle the truth can u feed me lies
I, admit it girl I ain't strong
I need you to put this weight on
Still on plan A cuz plan B to me was never gon' fly

[BRIDGE: VNCHY]
Rather die knowing I tried
Rather die for the same reason these n***as all on our side
All those bitches outside
Just know when we all die
They’ll be speaking 'bout us (x2)
Before we made connections y’all can bet that they were thinking bout us
They were thinking bout us
Ironic how shit work cuz I just told em
All this pussy, that’s mine
That money, that’s mine
Ain't lying, had em off first impression every time
I’m perfection, defined
Your perception, declined
Progression, refined
On God man I ain't hit my prime yet
I ain't hit my prime yet
I cannot get, how you possibly could stop it
Haters had to stop it
Y’all cannot get, how fucking high I am

[VERSE 2: VNCHY]
As if you never knew shit
Think about it before you speak
Man you full of bullshit
Guess you are what you eat
A beast is what I am
Occupied with other plans to overstand
And scheme on how to stick it to the man
You a fan boy
My mind's darker than a tan boy
Had your whole clan exposed like mags from Playboy
Boy we professionals, expel high decibels
Occupy lots of space like a number in low decimals
Math in school was a problem but music and I had chemistry
Physics between them ladies and I could go down in history
Amazed at your biology girl, you looking beautiful
Received a lot of brain but I never did make the honour role
It’s real funny how things work out
I’m blowing bigger but its not because I work out
They cook beats that I eat add heat then release
And you repeat whatever it is that I speak
And that’s food for thought
Yeah, that's food for thought