[Intro] Yeah. I ain’t come this far to play fair. I came to make the scoreboard look embarrassing. [Verse 1] I got a chip on my shoulder, made a meal out the pressure, They been reaching for my spot, need a ladder and leverage. I put the game in a chokehold, now the flow got a vendetta, They said they wanted smoke—now they coughing up confessions. My circle small, but the money got room to expand, I got a couple loose screws, still the tightest in the jam. They throw dirt on my name, I grow roots where I stand, I’m the type to lose a hand and still be dealt a better hand. I don’t follow trends, I make the algorithm nervous, Put my foot inside the door, now the hinges need a surgeon. They keep talking like they built it, I can tell they skipped the purchase, You got everybody’s attention, still ain’t nobody heard you. I got bars with hidden doors, every line got an exit, Your best verse got a shelf life, mine came with an extension. You a legend in your group chat, that’s a hell of a distinction, I’m the reason your favorite rapper suddenly got restrictions. I’m too cold for the beef, let the temperature speak, They got skeletons in closets, I got the whole damn suite. You been sleeping on the kid, now the mattress got receipts, And I’m charging you for every single night you missed the peak. [Verse 2] I got expensive taste with a budget for revenge, Put a price on my silence, now they asking what it costs. I’m a nightmare with a day job, a boss with no defense, I could make a point without a pencil—watch me draw the line again. They throw shots, but the aim need work, Your whole career got a trial period that came and went first. I don’t punch down, I make the ceiling get nervous, You got next? I’ve been hearing that since flip phones had service. I leave a mark on the beat, call the session a crime scene, Got a flow with a switchblade tucked under the rhyme scheme. They want a piece of the pie, but they ain’t help with the baking, Now they looking for a slice like the oven needs explaining. I’m a different kind of problem, no solution in the manual, Your delivery is optional, my presence is contractual. They keep reaching for the crown like the throne is unattainable, I don’t need to wear the crown—the whole room knows who’s valuable. I make a bad day look like excellent timing, Got a mouth full of fire, every sentence need a fireman. They said I fell off—funny, I was never on your level, You can put me in the dirt, I’ll make a grave look like a pedestal. [Outro] No handouts. No favors. No refunds. You paid attention late. That’s your loss.
