I’m focused on myself, not no fucking enemies, That shit is elementary. Rather be locked in on me, Than killing just a random friend of me. I ain't hating on my enemies, 'Cause if I did they’d be in a cemetery, While I’m locked up in the penitentiary. I’m grinding, I'd rather be building, Instead of chasing ghetto petty wannabe killers. 'Cause there ain't no killers in the building, Listen, ya feel me? 'Cause I been down bad, Been down low. Rather build my strength than get life behind bars, Locked in a cage. I got real rage, So I take it out in a real way. Real weight. Come do some reps homie, Squash the beef, let me put you on the real game. Not worried 'bout your wordplay, Whatcha say and whatcha don’t. I ain't about that bitch life, gossiping like a hairdresser, 'Cause I keep my bitch at home. I know what I know, and if I don’t, I'ma grow. 'Cause I’m focused on changing the pain to gains, Letting out the anger in plain day— Broad day, take it out on my broad's cake. Aight, so what? Time shakes, broad ways, broad gains, raw gains, raw tapes. She giving me confidence, I feel like the devil, Pushing the limits, foot on the pedal, crushing the gas. Won’t look back 'cause I can’t look back. Big back, Big mad, Big Matt…. WOAH baby. War baby, War lately, War crazy… War crazy, core shaking, more pacing, Lord save me, born from the basement, no replacement, look what the floor gave me. They want the old Matt? Tell 'em he deceased now. I took the chains off, letting the beast out, look at the feast now. Chasing the ghost of a man that I used to be, now I’m the monster they never could choose to see, step in the gym and I’m pushing it brutally, heavy-weight champion, killing 'em fluently. Left 'em in the rearview, crushing the speedometer, rising up the temperature, breaking the thermometer. No time for the fakes or the whispering, listen close, hear the static, the blistering? Out of the ashes, I’m standing up tall, built up a fortress from back to the wall.
