This what I do

I don't feel the pressure
I put in work everyday I don't see no competitors
I'm just way too ahead of em
I'ma go getter you won't see me settling
All this adrenaline running through all of my tendons,
I know that I'm blessed it's so evident
How can I question it
I never fall I keep shining no matter the weather I'm getting it
Way too intelligent, to believe any who doubt
They just upset at my clout
And what I'm about
I came from the mud and got out
I could do it with you or without
They say I'm too proud
Well if you came from the bottom and climbed to where I'm sitting now
Way up in the clouds
You'd feel the same but you mad at ya boy cause you don't know how
You a bozo clown
This a home grown sound
It is so profound
There is no known noun
That can define how I flow so loud
When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned
King of the game, K.O. first round
Make you float off groud
Like a whole four pound
When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned

This what I do
I know you upset but the truth hurts
They want me to lose
But they don't see how I maneuvre
They can't fit in my shoes
I be outside while they stay on computers
I just keep making they mood worse
If music's a drug then I move work

There's never a break on my calendar
Ain't no limit to my stamina
Had enough, of my life at the bottom
And now I'm just racking up
Moving numbers like an abacus
Went from broke to spectacular
I'm pulling bands outta everywhere abra cadabra
Flip the bread like a spatula
Make it triple till my wrist looking icy as Canada
They just can't match the caliber I ain't no amateur
This what I do and I'm built for it
Thinking I can rack up half a mill touring
Take the drip and put it in a pill for em
Cause they need it bad
I'ma street sweeper, got em fiending for me
I don't need to rap
They can see the swag
I could hit the stage say a word and leave and still see a bag
I'm in the lab
Press play I don't need a pad
I'm elevated they ain't need to ask
Drop a hunnid records like it's easy cash
Then I speeding past
In a V class
That I copped after dropping these raps
Oh believe that there gon be a whole lot on my D
I should buy them some knee pads

This what I do
I know you upset but the truth hurts
They want me to lose
But they don't see how I maneuvre
They can't fit in my shoes
I be outside while they stay on computers
I just keep making they mood worse
If music's a drug then I move work