[Verse 1]
I stay on my block like I'm playing defense
Don't try the slick sh** I got a quick reflex
When I stop playing, get to work, I get no recess
Leave us both unconscious, that mean I don't got no regrets
Look who creeping, crawling, tryna get all in the mix
If you need a moment I suggest you eat twix
No slowing down, I'm murdering better get with the program
This one for the soldiers, that bow down to no man
South of the southside, made me who I am
But I wouldn't be without the peanut bu*ter to my jam
Streets always been my daddy, and momma was the traffic light, they helped mold and shape a man
I don't need no help, mother f**er I'm a survivor
Coming up behind, you can see me through the visor
Hard hammer headed I ain't tryna be the pa**enger
For the record you can call me Phillip, screw the driver!
[Verse 2]
Bring the drums back, I'm stinging like a sun tan
Sharper than a thumb tack, I run it like I run track
Coming out the bottom, what we call the 3rd coast
Rolling up the cookies, pop a seal we do the most
Been searching since birth and I think that I found my purpose
Anxiety held me back and made me nervous
But all my frustration, started bubbling to the surface
Now I'm clowning on you s**ers, like I'm working at a circus
Survival mentality through and through
I don't claim to be a thug, but I don't care who is who
I've had my low points, suicide attempts
Didn't care what happened to me, so what f** you think Ima do to you?, now
I came, I saw, I broke they f**ing jaw
Put some respect on it, or you eating trough a straw
People say I'm ludicrous, if I'm a dick then you the b**h
I did my homework and extra credit, I ain't new to this
[Verse 3]
If I wait for a label to chase my dream
I may never rest, and people always gona sleep
Lucidity, limbo is my only nightmare
Whether a year or twenty I'm gona headline Times Square
I'm moving like I'm crack rock, heated like a black top
Keep playing my numbers, you might just hit the jackpot
I got the major key, DJ Khaled padlock
I'm the star player y'all are just the mascot
Stepped in this b**h, two feet planted
Ima leave the same way, y'all below me, understand it
On this planet, if you want the money gota plan it
Hell yeah I do handouts, getcho a** handed homie
Always wanted more green than CeeLo
Phattest instrumentals, produced by the man Preemo
The dope man, got bars on the d-low
By the kilo, y'all know if you want some dope lines, hit up Moreno