[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec but I haven’t
I've barely been out of the house
Now the crowds have been forcing my habit
I'm chasing a dream on a feeling, I’m famished
Came face-to-face with the green, now I fiend for it
Bunny, I'm buggin for karats
Don't even ken what I need, I just bend to the breeze
Got no vision for children or marriage
I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls
That I laid down brick by brick
Used to whip my stick shift, built my bridges
Working the nights, living shift by shift
Never thought I'd have a whip like this, pad like that
Own bit of home where I hang my hat
Haters will lie on my name
Putting shade on my face like a baseball cap
Got the military backdrop, one knife at the bedside
One in the bag with my laptop
Keep two blades in the stu for the paranoia
I don't wanna catch a round like a backstop
I could hear a mac pop
Sound of the street, blood pounding in ears of the flash mob
Wonder why I'm staying inside, making payment online
Bro, I've basically hit me the jackpot
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec
I would be lying
How can I keep up the pace that I’ve set for myself
Get back on the grind
You gonna burn out someday if you don’t take a break
I'm crossing the line
Wish I could say I’ve been gone for a sec
But I don't have the time

[Verse 2: yayu]
Too much money in the world and not enough good conscience
Plenty of them amateurs cook nonsense
Heavier banner to push concepts
Everything planned to fail, deliberate obsolescence
We were wrong as hell just cuz we want the heavens
Hatefuckin the universe raw
Losin control, she got me in her jaws
I'm feelin as awful as usual, crock of the crucible
Water is useful to hold
Quit pouring it on and resuture the holes
Muhfuckers not even users of poles
Really know people in streets who be trauma dumping
Good to eat at police, no haram or judging
Need a dollar from it, I been on a budget
Shit is all for one until its all for nothing
I dont want enough, I'm way spent
Tryna make it make sense til it make cents
Rappin just to pay rent made me hate rent
Cuz I still love rap, but it is a fake friend
I’mma need real topic, you want me to rap for real
Then I'll be on it
I'll have it packed and sealed before tomorrow
Love when a package earlier than promised
Smokin a stack, concealing all the sorrow
[Verse 3: Ham Sandwich]
Broke my wrist in the oppression olympics
And they added that shit to my stats sheet
All of these n***as is athletes when they sitting in the backseat
Back streets flooded with broken dreams toting beams
Clutching triggers thinking that's what coping means
Hoping he ain't sold his soul, or so to speak
It's so demeaning, so defeating, so to be
Even but a shadow of his own potential, wait
Too much shit on my mental, wait
Amber alert, I heard they shit the bed and disappeared
Who the victim is it isn't crystal clear
Shit just isn't here
I'm pushing boulders till a Sisyphus appears
Getting older gave a n***a different fears
Used to thinking if he is or isn't [REDACTED]
Van Gogh lent me his missing ear
And told me listen here, shit is getting weird
In this hemisphere
Try defend for your rights or fend for a
Light to get sorta fried the bed pole is right
The next quarter might could end your demise
Is best for the likes of dead soles
Align the headstones and find the fed zone
Just do the deed, don't ask why I said so
It's Ham, Shwab, Yayu, and Oddwin
The greatest collab since knives and bread loaves
The mic I bless for a night, the temple the mind
The tempo, define the mental, of course I'mma talk my shit
Put it all to the pad, but it might not click
And it might not hit, but I'm Jaden in the making, let a icon live
I been writing too long, I had to ice my wrist
[Hook: Shwabadi]
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec
I would be lying
How can I keep up the pace that I've set for myself
Get back on the grind
You gonna burn out someday if you don't take a break
I'm crossing the line
Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec
But I don't have the time