[Hook]
Eye on the prize
Moneys the root of evil, but I'm tryna survive
So I stay on my grind, and y'all stay grounded
While my whole team continues to climb (climb x3)
(Chorus repeats)
[Verse 1] - Mod
I'm the master of the new cla**, I'm too fast
Your dooms cast, as I blow past, as I form raps that project your forcast
So pray for me at church cause these tombs got my money most ma**
I put on my ghost mask and go straight skeleton
Got these girls hearts straight mel-a-tin
With the kinda thin melo kid...
Record Executive: Hey No one...
MOD: Well hello fam, I'm kinda drain can we talk it over in the morning?
Record Executive: Hell naw, I think your sh**s raw!
MOD: Well thanks. All originals from my think tank
And look, you the newest feature on my mixtape, so dont hate what I make
Record Executive: Naw, not at all, I can make you a millionaire with one phone call
MOD: Keep in mind I'm ahead of my time, defined
I read through the lines of what it takes to mother-f**ing shine
So you do yours and I'm a do mine...
I'm a climb to the top of this industry
With my contraband they know what it takes to succeed...
I'm a be the man for centuries
[Hook]
[Verse 2] - Kiid Scoob
I'm just tryna see my dreams cast
I need cash, and rehab
Cause I'm doper than a weed bag
I mean free base, for Pete's sake
The Creed's running these tracks like a muthaf**in relay
So open up ya ears to what we say
Lines will leave ya head spinning like the tables of a DJ
Spittin words, that leave third degree burns
Putting tracks in urns, verbs hot like perms
Yeah, Haters mad I'm sure...
Cause I'm the illest hands down like 'somebody get this manicure
But don't try to antidote this
Dope brew, with the hope few, and y'all just hopeless
These labels bidin for ya souls
Unless ya lyrics is going over they heads like combs
I'm on the road to success with my head lights on
Record Executive: So I'm bound to see you shinning
Kiid Scoob: You dead right bro...
[Hook] x2
...[Ends]