Better put the time and determine I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it I don't wanna be like them I would never try to fit in They don't wanna make no room at they table Taking them scraps, that's how they play you They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one Can't blend in to be a great one Fuck yo' table I'll make I been at it like a lone wolf Dialing in like I'm readin' out a phonebook I've been denied plenty of times, it's fine I guarantee that I made my fuckin' way out of the dark woods so it's all good Losing focus that's a bad look That's an easy way to fall through a trap door Every time they counted me out I realized That it was on me to maneuver and bounce back more Take it off the backboard, put it on the floor Let my nigga score, put us in a position to win I know Stay outta the morgue so we live more Always be ready my nigga when it's time to go Life is precious, I'm invested, I been tested every goddamn day Highs and lows, your up and down, no matter what you gotta find your way Better put the time and determine I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it I don't wanna be like them I would never try to fit in They don't wanna make no room at they table Taking them scraps, that's how they play you They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one Can't blend in to be a great one Fuck yo' table I'll make (Ay, Iso) Often I decide To walk alone like [?] some green to get back on my feet right Talkin' to me like I [?] and breakin' my foot off in your behind Making my own table, periodic by design Imma carpenter, peep y'all in a decline Like you're working out the lower back but I'm about to go Psalm 23.5, off to the beehive All enemies die, foes get [?] fee fi Keep a tablecloth for the beef, guys Walk into the diner To the neck with a steak knife, yelling out "Y'all finna eat right!" Off of the leash I run to the trenches and jump on these fences pull up on ya like "Dawg what it be like?" Leave 'em in the creek like Dawson, my theme like I don't wanna wait for them at all in the meantime Better put the time and determine I grind with the hustle of a nigga that was meant to be Be a motherfuckin' standout, never take handouts, oh nah nigga that's just not me Had to fight like a 12-round bout, no doubt I deserve what I got so as you can see I ain't got no love, all I got is my skill Gotta pay my bills, what the fuck you mean I need it I don't wanna be like them I would never try to fit in They don't wanna make no room at they table Taking them scraps, that's how they play you They don't wanna let me sit at they table, fuck that nigga I'll make one Can't blend in to be a great one Fuck yo' table I'll make one Live in the energy, never mistake it, I'm tapped in Givin' 'em more than the minimum, nigga I must win Rising above the surface, working, find my purpose What I'm earning, I deserve it Ain't nothing different, the same hunger as back then Living and move with the stopwatch, go 10-10 Feel the pressure, feel the presence Let 'em know that I improved em, I am better It's like I'm back with a vengeance Taking everything they stole my intentions Nothing to it, I [?] minimum and I've realized in this life That they don't give extensions, you better be relentless Heartless, heartless, plant the seeds to harvest Take the chance or you'll be starvin' Plenty of niggas that missed out You either take a shot or you sit down Always gotta stay in yo' lane