[Verse]
Twenty five years later since Illmatic
Still it ain't hard to tell
The difference between the wave creators and the Michael Phelps
The difference between the great whites and the beluga whales
They underhandedly asking me for some help
Fuck em all, they just relying on me for some clientele
Yeah, they only friends when they got some tickets to sell
Ghost rider provider, I'm on a highway to hell
Burn scar, hot headed
You see my scar through the skull
The cash fetish got my veins poking out my calf
Rain, snow, sleet or hail
Baby Boy prevails over any spell
Never sold a tale
I swear the boy really a star like Butler no NFL
How many of them throwing coins inside a wishing well
Wish me well?
Showing me their true colors only left me pale
Been running laps two summers even left a trail
Rewriting history everything in Braille
It's all I got, it's only right I do it for life
Nobody fly as I, could give a fuck about your charter flight
Hands down me and Mash are like Marcus and Mike
I could be talking Will and Martin or [?] and Tyson
[?]
You ain't a king, you a tyrant
Early morning smoking session, just got a text from my father
Thought we not on speaking terms, I'm already finding it awkward
I doubt he's reaching out 'cause he's trying to fix it
But after all, he's still my pops, I couldn't dismiss it
I clicked on it and read it, hearing his voice in my head
My eye colour turning to red
I'm thinking to myself, how do they expect me to make a decision
I'm twenty two
I miss you
Ain't no telling if we'll ever meet again
I never thought it'd be so hard to be your friend
Trying to talk, I'm even calling, you responding via text
Always thought I'm tryna diss you, so I chose to disconnect
I did it for my inner peace, not for the internet
Takes a lot to know yourself and stand for something in the end
Broke down what we were building, left me here to reinvent
You lied about a lot so you should rather keep it in
A-Reece the king