Sleeping on your crown jewel can be your worst nightmare
How y’all want no beef but don’t wanna play fair
Started from the bottom, now we here my nigga
And I ain’t waiting no more this is my year to get figures
No more Ms. Nice Guy, chip on my shoulder
Working hella hard and I’m still looked over
Blood, sweat and tears sometimes ain’t enough
So I serve it from the heart and back it up with my guts
Girl power, make ways not excuses
Standing in the gap with a strap like let’s do this
Mind of the matter and what matters is the facts
That they poke at the bear and get scared when it reacts
Fucking pussies, you ain’t dealing with a rookie
Class full of freshmen, I’m the favorite of the bookies
Ask what it took me cause I’m still sacrificing
Price you gotta pay as a boss with a conscience
Smiling on these clowns cause I’m knowing who got me
No matter when I pull up, I’m leaving with a body
talk about Jordan and forget about Scottie
Create my own waive but together we tsunami
Going through a season getting ready to bloom
Navigating this life what I write be a muse
Don’t get it confused, sophisticated with the tools
Authentic when presented so I’m never gone lose

Stand the front line and we ready for whatever
Cross that line and we turn back never
Hit em bring a vibe always roll we do better
We stand the front line and we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever

Yeah, alpha K nuevé keyed
Fangs foamy hear the bass rattle round in the throat
Pose threat, steady, bang homie ready or not
Slow pressure check the methodology
Home stretch, protect your neck
And guard your end game strategy
Best to be perfecting ‘fore the wolf strike
Night come quick if you unprepared ‘round here
Predictability, kill or be killed willfully
Fall victim to witch’s trickery
The 5th epiphany
Gray slick, mystical maiden
Iron oxidation taking place
Faded spaceship get a face lift
Spayed bitch fixed and not afraid of a raised fist
Illuminate the fake shit
86 hate the racists
Razor blade fatal to the rapist
I’ll filet the prick’s minions
My masons be trained to lay the bricks
Foundation rededicating the edifice
Gifted, steady state of benevolence

Stand the front line and we ready for whatever
Cross that line and we turn back never
Hit em bring a vibe always roll we do better
We stand the front line and we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever

She said I don’t got my bag up
We know that’s a lie
In the uber got a mask up
Way too drunk to drive
Lately I been catching bad luck
I been cutting ties
Cut a verse, got ‘em mad shook
I ain’t even try
What the fuck have we been smoking, bitch
I ain’t even high
Let me take you to the plug baby
I might know a guy
Type of dude who got some shooters on him
One on every side
Run up on that bullshit
They send you to the sky
I know you ain’t trying to die today
Homie pack your bags, get to pushing
Find a hideaway
Just ran up a check, I ain’t even go outside today
Come at me with bullshit
I can smell that from a mile away
I been way too high, can’t put together what It trying to say
Might go cop some more, I pick it up from right around the way
Maybe I’ll go check in, maybe I’ll go hit the town today
Fucking with the boy, they rock with every single sound he make
I can build no trust with anybody that shit bound to break

Stand the front line and we ready for whatever
Cross that line and we turn back never
Hit em bring a vibe always roll we do better
We stand the front line and we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever