[Verse]
Son
Fear no man with no plan
When they throw jabs just fall back
Nothing counter that like the silence
Just take them out quietly silencers on your sniper
They try to make me do what they do
Well guess you want me to fail cause it don't work for you
Say you won't give me my dabs until I prove Abz little did you know I really had it like that
Son
Ain't no friends in this game
This here quicksand you fall into it ain't no escaping
I
Sold my cell phone to put myself on
This number you are calling disconnected been my dial tone
Be an armadillo mixed with alligator skin
People here betray their mamas and they celebrate their sin
Be obsessed with your craft son don't waste your time
Never use a filler line treat this as a science
I'll never spoon feed you son
And I only say this sh** here out of love
I see
All these cats ain't hungry enough
They let go with no second thoughts when times get rough
And that's real
Real life
Hand over the mic if you can't handle it right
Son that's real
Real life
Hand over the mic if you can't handle it
Right?