This for the riders who taking advantage of moments
And praying for proper atonement
I look at myself in the mirror my only opponent
They blowing smoke, it ain't potent
These Rapatouille niggas, cheffing with rodents
Recipe lacking the proper components
They been throwing salt, they they don't got sauce
They borrow ingredients, and never own it
Been in my bag, my duffel, with struggles on shuffle
They fight for attention, that ain't my scuffle
That chip on my shoulder done turned into ruffles
Its game bitches dig em out with a shovel
They stretching the truth, it's tearing they' muscle
It started with huh, turned into hustle
Them questions I had now completing the puzzle
We needed a single, I put up a double like
Bring it on home, no matter the call I pick up the phone
The way that I work I need me a clone
They said take a seat, I found me a throne
I'm telling em pick up the phone
You don't wanna miss when I'm in the zone
I'm looking for green, that's setting the tone
What's there to address? The beat is my home
This shit for me, I knew along what I'm destined to be
But give me a dollar amount if it's tension attached, I ain't gon be stressed for free
Clarity's key, I opened the blockers I used to have over my vision to see
And saw that the only way I would be happy is stop chasing everything that'll flee
Now that I woke up it's chai tea, wit a shot of espresso, I'm high key
Dirty dirty the flow is a High knee to the cranium
I'm on my Bruce Lee I'm insane and I'm
Moving like new ski's, with Vibranium
Niggas like who the f*ck do he got training him
Way that he rose he mixed with geranium
Times Square turning up the palladium
Bring it on home, no matter the call I pick up the phone
The way that I work I need me a clone
They said take a seat, I found me a throne
I'm telling em pick up the phone
You don't wanna miss when I'm in the zone
I'm looking for green, that's setting the tone
What's there to address? The beat is my home