In the basement composition and a pen
When I was down
I ain't hear from none of them
They watched the way I move
An disguised themselves as friends
Just to see how I could benefit them
Taking credit for the work that I put in
As if I didn't carry all my own weight
So much you feel obligated to give me
What's on your plate
Don't you go making that same mistake
As if I'm nothing less than great
This for them niggas that compare my sound
Next to J.Cole with a little bit of Drake
It's hard being a saint
With a villainous state of mind
Overtime you'll soon become a phase and, they'll wake up
From being mindless
An you'll become a fan of the music I make timeless
Needless to say alarm the competition
Let them know I'm here to stay
And if they sleep don't you wake them up
Don't you make a peep
I'd rather let them dream
Hear them scream
Shivering, pissing so much
That his P.O. say its clean