Pops left, what a fortunate step To turn me to a man, or into an orphan of death In the gym, forcin' the reps Rocky theme song playin' while I'm on the porcelain steps Why rest? Life get harder to digest And the weight of my sins been layin' on my chest Online, people are tellin' me, "Try less" But how the fuck is that gon' take me to my best? I'm restless, even with V's in front the S's And big ass rims on the cars and all the flexes Probably 'cause there's so much more to my message Like if you got a vision, you could take this shit far Into a place others could not see Them rappers without bars, they definitely not me And when this shit here drop, it's definitely not free I've never been top five, I'm definitely top three I'm easy, growin' up, no one's foreign, believe me I've been blessed like I'm in the corner, sneezin' Or in the coroner, body short of breathin' 'Bout to leave my foreign, then go on to mourn with Jesus Demons been knockin' on my door to pieces Campin' outside like it's shoe store releases Raised with the sun on my face And this inspiration come in waves like I toured the beaches I never had a hurricane storm of reaches It's always been a cult fan base and that's fittin' 'Cause it'll take a cult to adorn these teachings Let the mainstream give they vote to preachers I'm past death, givin' out smoke to reapers Y'all sell coke, but you don't evoke my speakers Shouldn't wanna go with me Same way you wouldn't go into a lion's den, pokin' creatures Most of this world just some hopeless sleepers Some of them eventually promote the seekers A few like me'll go, approach the ether Then be an outspoken teacher I'm one in a million, ridin' dirty as a hunnid Chamillions Hard to reach me when you sittin' under the ceilin' I always knew the sky's the limit Man, the devil came to me with a bag, I declined the visit I'd rather take the underground route than pivot And sell out for my fifteen minutes I mean, you see these rappers doin' mumble rap, don't say nothing in it Then wonder why there's something missin' I just did three sold-out shows in New Zealand The blue strips seem to negate all blue feelings You gotta play the hand dealt to you in this life 'Cause they don't care 'bout rules and who deal 'em I broke a generational curse, that's true healin' Left out of my hometown, saw new ceilings My pops never caught a flight 'til his mid-thirties I'ma drive around the world 'til the Benz dirty Took it far, I'm 'bout to take this shit a bit further Prayin' that I make a hit and never get murdered Barely touchin' my peak Because I've only given 20% so far like I'm 'bout to tip servers