Verse 1: Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce, stack cheddar forever Live treacherous til it get to us Doing what's best for us as far as today Let tomorrow be tomorrow and tomorrow can wait We need it now, need a sound that we can barter or chase To be around what we around is solely on us to trace And you call it how you see it, we call it a way Or to ignore the allure beaming all in our face But sh** you offered a taste, and we wanted the recipe Learn it and burn it before they get to reach You feel me?, jealousy and slanted eyes wanted to k** me Or at least spoke like it but no one approached like it So yea, any stress in the air isn't from them But it's more so my morse code building within We talk low in wardrobe built for the wind and the win Cause confetti can fall at any given Hopes tell you get in, dreams tell you to stay awhile If it all should fall apart before you take a bow Then may the day being living proof that you made a way My '01 was a Shawn Carter '88 Verse 2: I want money like Cosby, who wouldn't? Or at least raven symone the way raven symone was cooking May have been wrong or I may have mistook it But my intentions were to talk to you through song and sing how we looking They showed us everything but looks deceive They made a world to paint a world where only crooks can breathe Then they dared us to take a breath and dared us to make a left When the right after the lights was what they pushed beneath, you see sh** I'm involved with got me pens and needles Cause if this pen don't push the needle where I need to it'll be it'll be pens that bleed you I'm here to tell shorty It ain't all swell there's heaven then there's hell That'll catch you once you fell shorty We all fall it's just about where we land And your heroes on all fours like they forgot how to stand But the ones who stood tall be the ones who raised us Forgive us for being stubborn, industries couldn't change us And well, if that should hinder us from Tryna get a digit up Then we'll just take it back to what we know and what the ceiling does Conflicts of corresponding with my inner me Representing infinity for presidencies you know