Verse 1-
In the expanse of the world we’re just mice on the grind
But for the glory I always put my life on the lines
Honestly I don’t think you’re the type to defy
A young mike in his prime, who’s bidin his time
I’m ridin for mine please don’t try to stop me dude
I’ll concentrate on your whole camp like nazi crews
Straight to the top, each spot I’m stopping through
Tryna be the best, man I got a lot to do
I’m unstoppable wit writin just try to believe
Tight verses make diamonds with whack rhymes in between
I be done made you wanna stop and restyle ya team
Write hits quick fuck the whole freestyle regime
My soul’s in this I’m a heart attack to death
In fact my whole notebook’s on cardiac arrest
Never spit a lie since I started rappin bet
It’s just gonna happen if you’re not attracted yet
Hook x2-
I keep a tight clique of dude’s that’ll blast for me
So you not sayin I’m the best is some blasphemy
Fuck around and lemme tell you where a bastard be
Wit his people callin 9-1-1
Verse 2-
I’m risin steady like an escalator
I got a lot of haters and speculators feelin left in danger
It seems I can’t rest or wake up without hearin tales
Of nearing hell through murder scenes it’s clear as bells
I shot his squad, I left ‘em wet, it’s easy
On the real they wanna test the tech like E3
Next thing you know their catchin jets and breathe easy
Getting robbed their necklace left their team freely
Deabtin shit for letting words escape your lips
God forbid you end up another takin clips
Straight from makin hits now let’s get a proper view
Would you like him buried or burned ma’am, it’s optional
Wonder what his block’ll do write his goals on a wall
Another soldier to fall for holdin his balls
But that’s all you got along wit your promises
Next time hit the floor if you can’t show your dominance
Hook x2-
I keep a tight clique of dude’s that’ll blast for me
So you not sayin I’m the best is some blasphemy
Fuck around and lemme tell you where a bastard be
Wit his people callin 9-1-1
It’s hard livin regardless if it’s god givin
But that’s until it’s taken away so stop bitchin
Y’all kiddin actin like you wouldn’t sell your soul
Just to smell your goal, or be left in failure’s hold
For most people failure’s not even a choice
As long as I’m breathin or I’m still speakin a voice
I rhyme with diligence through towns and villages
Profound abilities with divine deliverance
Cuz I’m significant I can’t let myself down
Fly away and all alone in my wealth drown
Cuz for sure allure could have your life poor
No matter how much you leavin on the strip club floor
I won’t lie I want the Bentley’s and jewelry
But I’ll be damned if the game tempts me and fools me
I have to get there cuz my plan is in gear
You can’t stop me until I’m rockin Madison Square
Hook x2-
I keep a tight clique of dude’s that’ll blast for me
So you not sayin I’m the best is some blasphemy
Fuck around and lemme tell you where a bastard be
Wit his people callin 9-1-1