[Verse 1]
So how you make it?
Surrounded by n***as who hate to love you (Damn!)
You gotta be strong, takes brawn to break the bubble
Shake the rubble
You not status quo, they say you trouble
Save ya puzzle, place ya bets on me, let's make it double
Play with Duffle, just know what you dealin' with
'Cause God just dealt you a bad hand, and you know that he hate to shuffle
Made to hustle, so what's this about, playa?
You real or a clout chaser? You in or you out, playa?
Not into idol threats, watch what you say out ya mouth, hater
I wish a n***a would, but what's livin' without prayer?
I outweigh ya, save all ya spinnin' the block talk
'Cause look, if you come to one of my homеs
Catch a bullet runnin' that route, playa
Wooo, I'll turn this shit into Al-Qaeda
Brains gonе, you're a computer runnin' without data
These n***as rappin' but without layers
I'm a undiscovered L. Ron Hubbard, but only hell I covered
Coke in the cabinet, you smell my covers
It's all in my DNA 'cause in my cell I suffered (Damn!)
Yeah, I used to take my mama's salt grinder
That she took from a small diner, made it all finer
Bought a vice grip, then put the press on that white bitch
Compressed that into a tight brick, chopped it and step back (Wooo!)
Yeah, I couple things I failed to mention to
I grew up in a struggle, I had to be unconventional
[Chorus]
I was on the land, not the stand for that money and the power
On the 25th hour
Spend a couple grand on some grams, tryna get rid of this powder
On my 25th hour
Hammer in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers
The 25th hour

[Verse 2]
Yeah, and when it come to facades (Uh huh)
I seen 'em all, 'cause ain't nothin' new that's under the stars (Never)
I sold dope in church, yeah I did it in front of God
'Cause a n***a think that he blessed only when some money's involved
I came with the Desert, that's if you want a mirage (Okay)
The pain is embedded, that's when they want you to starve
Like a body hung on the cross, I'm godlike
Aim kinda funny, but so is Cartwright's
Hit a n***a from far sight
Order my merch and get ya cart right
This from a n***a that had a hard life
Sleepin' under a park light (Let's go)
That shit cut deeper than a sharp knife
A descendant of a slave, so now I'm whippin' that soft white

[Chorus]
I was on the land, not the stand for that money and the power
On the 25th hour
Spend a couple grand on some grams, tryna get rid of this powder
On my 25th hour
Hammer in my trousers, lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro, it's time they pushin' up flowers
The 25th hour