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I don't need an introduction let's cut to the chase

Ain't shit change besides a little scruff on the face

I don't leave a single crumb there ain't enough on the plate

I should put a flood warning get your gutters replaced

The willpower of a reigning champ

I don't have an off season this more like training camp

Get the repetitions in watch the game enhance

I don't need your record deal or your lame advance

I stay solid like a block of cement

If I ever spit a trash ass verse that'd be a shocking event

That's like your landlord telling you they're dropping the rent

It ain't happening full potential you ain't tapping in

I went ahead and put away the weed and booze

I been staying on my Ps and Qs

See I don't really shoot the breeze with dudes

Hear the microwave music and it's cool

But I'm sick of eating freezer food

I guess the mission is a Michelin star

Let's make it shake like a homeless person begging for a tip in their jar

No fillers I ain't skipping a bar

Going back to when I use to freestyle I'd sit in the car remember?

Classic shit this is craftsmanship it's a glory road wait til the traffic hit

You thought it appeared overnight this ain't a magic trick

I'm talking way way back with Nick

We use to burn CD's like trees we would slang em in the dorm room

Tryna pitch the music like ideas in a board room

Ain't nobody listen but I knew I'd flip the score soon

They sleeping barely get up before noon you kidding me?

How you sitting idle let the cash flow stop

Add a little flavor that's Tabasco sauce

Throwing out lines like a Bass Pro Shop

Go and keep it coming know that mans don't stop

I been going hard since dreams and nightmares

Feel it's in reach see my dreams are right there

Shit I sacrificed wasn't cheap or priced fair

Reaching new heights in this life and I ain't scared

To take this motherfucker where I need it to go

Keep dropping it's like a heavy season of snow

They keep watching I ain't got a reason to slow down

Intentions loud and clear I ain't speaking in code

I had a head full of brain fog heart full of hate

Off the trauma that I faced cut through me like chainsaw

I was lost then I came back I'm a trained dog

Still here putting up shots check the game log

1 for the money 2 for the show

Came back hungry 200 flows

Filling up the venues like 200 rows

Bring it back and double it 200 more

Made it this far off of talking the truth

Aye somebody tell Flex I'll drop a bomb in the booth

That's a layup watch me put the ball in the hoop

So much weight on my shoulders need to call a masseuse

They only in it for a quick check go and get your quick sec of fame

Til the wave pass then you sitting shipwreck

Ima put the music on my life that's a big bet

Type of flow to turn your head leave you with a stiff neck

December weather cold this a spectacle homie

Pack a full house ain't talking Danny Jessie and Joey

Leave a footprint like walking when it's wet and it's snowy

Ima be here for a while start getting to know me

Motherfucker