No Warmup
People be pressing me
Wondering how I done made it this far without selling my soul
Same way your favorites be dropping and dipping
I'm making the art I ain't playing the role
Limit the humbleness
There ain't much difference in skill between me and Kendrick and cole
I'm bout the age where people start questing
Now when I drop it's what happened to bro
Flows trash, yeah Cam really fell off
King moves gotta queen that'll set off
This year finally paying the debt off
Snake talk but I'm cutting the head off
1033 that's the family
Nose to the ground what you sniffing
No vanity here
It's not sanity here
I'm the man of the year
That's a figure of speech, Mr. Hanley in here
Big talk better not get slick
Repo, then it might get licked
Call me and I serve up quick like
Fila's on a racist chick
Back to the game
Rat race just a tactic of pain
Just a way for them to keep us in chains
Bloody hands leave a permanent stain
Stay ready, never missing an opp
Put two of these in a casket and pop
You layer these they'll eventually stop
Testing me, it's a chance that I'll flop
But I'm used to that
I showed up for every game
Y'all too worried bout faking your stats
We are not moving the same
First time that I started to notice
Rapping ain't fun when I gotta make a checklist
But I'm here for the moment
Wanna make songs
I don't wanna make a setlist
Reminisce
Songs don't drop if I really ain't feeling it
Sick of it
Life won't change if I really ain't healing it
I tried to rest in peace then I mastered peace
Sign of the times, mark of the beast
Rest is necessary, how's it for the weak
Put up hall of fame numbers every week
I'm expressing needs but they never met
Blood, sweat, tears on the deck
First, last name on the check
See the finish line I ain't made it yet
Big talk better not get slick
Repo, then it might get licked
Call me and I serve up quick like
Fila's on a racist chick
Back to the game
Rat race just a tactic of pain
Just a way for them to keep us in chains
Bloody hands leave a permanent stain
Stay ready, never missing an opp
Put two of these in a casket and pop
You layer these they'll eventually stop
Testing me, it's a chance that I'll flop
But I'm used to that
I showed up for every game
Y'all too worried bout faking your stats
We are not moving the same
Fell off
Fell off
Fell off
Wondering how I done made it this far without selling my soul
Same way your favorites be dropping and dipping
I'm making the art I ain't playing the role
Limit the humbleness
There ain't much difference in skill between me and Kendrick and cole
I'm bout the age where people start questing
Now when I drop it's what happened to bro
Flows trash, yeah Cam really fell off
King moves gotta queen that'll set off
This year finally paying the debt off
Snake talk but I'm cutting the head off
1033 that's the family
Nose to the ground what you sniffing
No vanity here
It's not sanity here
I'm the man of the year
That's a figure of speech, Mr. Hanley in here
Big talk better not get slick
Repo, then it might get licked
Call me and I serve up quick like
Fila's on a racist chick
Back to the game
Rat race just a tactic of pain
Just a way for them to keep us in chains
Bloody hands leave a permanent stain
Stay ready, never missing an opp
Put two of these in a casket and pop
You layer these they'll eventually stop
Testing me, it's a chance that I'll flop
But I'm used to that
I showed up for every game
Y'all too worried bout faking your stats
We are not moving the same
First time that I started to notice
Rapping ain't fun when I gotta make a checklist
But I'm here for the moment
Wanna make songs
I don't wanna make a setlist
Reminisce
Songs don't drop if I really ain't feeling it
Sick of it
Life won't change if I really ain't healing it
I tried to rest in peace then I mastered peace
Sign of the times, mark of the beast
Rest is necessary, how's it for the weak
Put up hall of fame numbers every week
I'm expressing needs but they never met
Blood, sweat, tears on the deck
First, last name on the check
See the finish line I ain't made it yet
Big talk better not get slick
Repo, then it might get licked
Call me and I serve up quick like
Fila's on a racist chick
Back to the game
Rat race just a tactic of pain
Just a way for them to keep us in chains
Bloody hands leave a permanent stain
Stay ready, never missing an opp
Put two of these in a casket and pop
You layer these they'll eventually stop
Testing me, it's a chance that I'll flop
But I'm used to that
I showed up for every game
Y'all too worried bout faking your stats
We are not moving the same
Fell off
Fell off
Fell off
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron London
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