Yeah (Ayy)I got layers to meI got plans, I got goals, I got tricks up my sleeveI got calls, I got deals, I got people to meetI got drive, I got soul, I got everything (Ayy)I got scars, I got heart, I got family to feed (Woah)I got people mad, I ain’t who they want me to be (Ayy)I got people I don’t know tellin’ me what I need (Ayy)Yeah, I got loved ones sayin’ that they prayin’ for meI’m thankful for the prayers, I need more of thosePut my hands together, bow my head and thank the Lord for (Ayy)Everything He’s done, yeah, ain’t none of us immortalSo while I’m still alive, I got so much to look forward toAddicted to the craft (Woah), got no time to chat (Woah)This a lil’ somethin’ to hold ’em over for what’s next (Woah)Even when I guess (Woah), I get it correct (Woah)Question my work ethic, that’s a question you don’t ask (No, no, no, ayy)Yeah, don’t ever question if I hustle, work a doubleDrop a bomb on me, I climb right out the rubble, not a struggleTossin’ me under the bus’ll get you muzzledPop your bubble (Pop)Throw your compliments right out the window (Ayy)So unique with thisHappened how it should’ve, keep it subtle, bunch of geniusesPut they heads together, try to huddle up, but still they sitConfused about how I learned to juggle (Ayy)Toss around some concepts ’til I pick oneUsually, I don’t alter my traditionsForeign to me, hit ’em with the switch upI just had to get this out my systemBeen a handful, even with a mouth full of hand soapI still say what I want to
Getting past? NoBetter chance beatin’ Usain Bolt in my sandalsTo be candid, that’s like puttin’ minivans in NASCARWith a grandma in the driver seat with her hands upShow goes on even after the show’s overTo get past me, you would have to kill me (Kill me, kill me, kill me)Ayy (Ayy)Tossin’ what you want aside for longevity, ain’t meant to beIf it causes everything to collapse and affects your heart heavilyWhat’s worth it and what’s not?What’s certain and which side would the coin flip to and land on?When you guess wrong, do you stand up or stand down?Even with a man down, I man upWell rounded, held out for the right outletNine houses couldn’t make me feel home, childishMe left see the outcome every ounce of my childhoodPlayed a role in how I wound up with an outlook so crowdedNo knowledge, couldn’t see through the piles of my problemsStill piled up, past tense, man, I wish it was, but I’ve comeSo far so quicklyIn it for the long haul, it’s routineOnly thing I’m cool with losing is losing sleepAnd it’s only cool with meIf it means I get to watch my dreamsCome true if I kept it briefStill you think it was a long storyRecording half of the things I think wouldTake six years, prepare, ’cause the chance that you asked forMight show up at your door one night like, “I’m here”Gonna let me in or just stare?It’s clear, yeah, six ain’t enoughThat wouldn’t come close to the content between my earsMy layers have got layersMy layers have got layers