[Verse]
Back to the pen like I’m institutionalized
Know the difference between
The truth and a lie
And you can see it when
Looking into my eyes
I know that these phony suckers
Is rooting for my demise
That’s why I never let up
That’s why I don’t be entertaining birds
Cuz I’m tryna stack this bread up
That’s why every single drop
I’m only getting better
Mama gave birth to a king
So I ain’t checking for you
If you ain’t Coretta, or close to it
I’m from the state where the garden is
North Jersey where minorities targeted
And way too many children
Don’t even know who they father is
And they do anything for that dollar
Because they gotta live
I seen a lot
Junkies and soccer moms
Just a house away
They on patrol, you better
Stay inside of the house today
They want my soul
Throwing dollars at me but I’m not for sale
So much on my mind
Family in jail
Family depressed
Family in the dirt
The family ____ up
That’s why I put in work
Suckers always tryna take the kid for a joke
Til I drop jewels (juuls) on em
Now they don’t want no smoke
I don’t have no competition
But the man in the mirror
No amateurs here
Man I been planning this for some years
I’m making it clear, inside my heart
I don’t got no fear
Been killing y’all since ‘07
They could never compare
I kicked it in gear, I’m turning my ideas
To careers
And I ain’t stopping til all of my idols
Turn to my peers
I ain’t hopscotching but I’m
Jumping over these squares
My haters crying cuz I made it to a
Hole nother tier (tear)
This is all that I got
These Nick Young rappers needa learn
To follow they shot
Every now and then
You might get swatted
But it ain’t bout the rejection
It’s how you rebounding after the block
Yeah
Make no mistake about em
I’m very different from these boys
Ain’t nothing fake about him
You know it’s real when you lapping dudes
That was past you, and they
Fake congratulate you cuz they
Jealous of your spot and it kinda (anaconda)
Just bring the snake up out em
This for the teachers that told me rap was a joke
This for every single time I was writing raps in my notes
Dreaming of something bigger than working a 9 to 5
They never paid me attention
Now they paying for my quotes
And the catalogue crack
I’m moving white like Pat Sajak
And I ain’t ever touched a brick but
I been known to lace tracks
Weaving in and outta different flows
Like it’s nothing
I’m right on the edge of greatness
I swear that I feel it coming
Back to the pen like I’m institutionalized
Know the difference between the truth and a lie
And you can see it when looking into my eyes
I know that these phony suckers is
Rooting for my demise, but I’ll never let up