[Verse 1]
Ey, what's a threat to youngin' that murder
On the lines of this page
All the power he yearning
When he rhyming on stage?
All the haters are chirping, the fans shouting his name
End of the day he still locked in a cage
Cause really power, possession and false pride got me knocking my chest
I might go out to the club, ball out and I flex
I probably think I'm the boss, but sum it down in a shell
There's some promoter nigga writing my checks
Most of you niggas making money for that white man behind that desk
And what you own of it is only a fraction, yeah I'll remind you
When you getting your shine I'm just that young nigga behind you
15 seconds of Insta that's how they blind you
You letting the fame define you, so much for doing you
Your only competition should only be you and you
So when I'm rhyming it's just me letting Uzis and deuces loose
And as for that nigga staring back in the mirror I do it too
I ain't got love for these niggas, that's the way I was brought up
Got a flight to catch, I ain't got time to get caught up
I know you caught it
See they would give you two times Christ, they double cross ya
Cuz don't get comfortable, no man is not disposable
Any dummy can claim he a rapper, spit something quotable
Think about it, you right where you are cause the fans voted you
You got to get to sweating, that's who you owe it to
Run


[Nasty C talking]
Making this mixtape...Uh, I think this is the most selfish project I've ever done. You know cause track after track it's just me talking about me or the things that I've been through in every light in every and every side cause you know there is two, the best I can

[Verse 2]
I'm running laps with a machete, I poach niggas
That's the only way I know how to approach niggas
Everybody's talking about beef, it won't finish
But I know better than to stick my nose in folk's business
I met a white girl that told me she's obsessed with my voice
And that it took a lot to say it cause she ate her pride first
How stupid she felt for saying she won't date a Skwati boy
It's crazy how far we came off of dating 5 hoes
They know we bad, and in Ntwana I made moves
Cheap talkers cheap but it doesn't pay dues
So we break bread then records then break rules
Getting f**ked up, 50 shades of Grey Goose
The weed made me get trippy, the liquor makes for the stories
The music made me get itchy, the p**sy erase my worries
The money made me get greedy then everything just got blurry
Got selfish, maybe got needy, It all just came in a hurry
But I understand I'm disposable
Any dummy can claim he a rapper but I am quotable
Think about it, I'm right where I am because the fans voted me
So tell me why I shouldn't kill you to get what you owe to me?

[Nasty C talking]
I think, I think I worked hard enough to... you know, say that I'm proud of myself and you're going to be proud when you hear it too. Be it either you're a one day fan or a day one fan