[Verse 1]
Yeah, usually the ignorance never stops with a warnin'
The way that humans think is some shit I've not been ignorin'
Look, they ain't support your flight, shouldn't mean they stop you from soarin'
Just because they boo Lebron, that don't mean they blockin' his scorin'
I'm screamin' top of the mornin', lookin' past all this jealous shit
With all these burnin' bridges, I passed 'em on some LaMelo shit
I swear I used to relish this
I was used to the pain but you lay in the shit too long
What's gon' happen? You stop smellin' it
But I ain't gotta tell 'em shit, generation of know-it-alls
A bunch of effin' Meccas 'cause artificial's the protocol
Don't blow it off, just show remorse, I think we all know the source
They know they gotta pay for their sins, but was never told the cost
Just slow the course when tryin' to handle hate
They know you lost, they try to hand you plates
Never say close your hands for grace
Your idea of readin' is watchin' some clips of Andrew Tate
You wanna save plannin', never plan it safe
The evils

[Chorus]
They love you less when you address it
But they gon' love you more before the door close on the exits
What you expected?
Pray for your death when you expressive
How I finessed it, I turned my mess into a message
That's the arrival
They love you less when you address it
But they gon' love you more before the door close on the exits
What you expected?
Pray for your death when you expressive
How I finessed it, I turned my mess into a message
That's the survival
[Verse 2]
Don't know how safe you could play it
But I record myself, ain't no engineer to delay it
My sins and fears, I relay it, I been prepared to display it
Not even Liston's gloves could interfere with the greatest
But through a blurry vision, this phantom punched with the bravest
Since I was young with my nose snotty, so sorry
Apologies to the ones who nobodies, so cocky
But to look good in front of a thousand
You gotta be willing to outwork thousands in front of nobody
Empires built on our blood and we barely know Ghazi
Been fire, sent him a slug that's flared from an old shotty
Ten priors, worked on my creed like I was the old Rocky
Them liars want me to bleed but I swear they won't stop me
I keep in touch but still I'm out of reach, you can say your peace
But we ain't gotta speak, hustlers don't get a lot of sleep
You feel these words, it's almost tribal
Don't listen to your idols
'Cause this is my arrival for your survival

[Outro]
You can catch Ran on the block with a handful of rocks
Or in the kitchen tryna cook grams in a pot
Advancing my stocks, mansions and yachts
While you with that dumb bird buyin' pampers and socks
The flow's too slick for y'all
Put on your hard hat A-Dub got bricks for y'all
You can catch me in a coupe or probably in a Jag
Or out in the green 5 like Donovan McNabb
Too thick for y'all
Might as well call me Magic 'cause I'm too sick to ball
Ran gotta lot of clips to toss...