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[Chorus: Locksmith] I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I don't be playin', I'm plottin' I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo) Yeah, I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I ain't complainin', I'm plottin' I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah [Verse 1: Locksmith] I know my options, I know I been top 10 I will not be boxed in, I put in my dues Y'all playin' possum, I don't put it past 'em I show no compassion, I been a recluse I got the message that I been sequestered, my viеws- Made me espеcially rude Made me aggressively protect my name and my legacy Still I got more I can prove I know my pass has been magnified, look what I've had to fight How can you judge? You a passerby I used to lay on my back and I'd dream of the rapper life Now I see that just is asinine Half the time I'm in my bubble, my vision is tunneled I just ignore the peripheral That's just some principle, how they dispensable I don't play games with you dudes I am not a slave to celebrity, elevated the lesser me Never traded the payment for any taste of integrity Never waited, I'm taking my rightful place You pathetically tried to ration and bury us Every rapper's nefarious Every track is a burial, every act a scenario Only puts me ahead of these other rappers you carried The only baggage I had was a static when I was very low From the rich you already know, whoa [Chorus: Locksmith] I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I don't be playin, I'm plottin I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo) Yeah, I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I ain't complainin', I'm plottin' I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah [Verse 2: Futuristic] Ayy, yeah, ayy Options, options, options These rappers my sons, adoption I'm playing the stocks like I'm playing the clock At the buzzer I shoot and it drops in I make a lucrative profit Look at the shit I accomplished I told 'em in 2014 I was bouta blow to consider that the bomb threat I got a couple of stores Might close up at Zumies, you moppin' the floor Couple of cribs and a label with all of your favorites We make hits, then we go on tour Filled property in LA for the vision I made a scholarship, payday tuition I don't just write it, I did it, I live it And all that shit came independent You trippin' if you thinkin' it's impossible Had to call a audible Was on the honor roll with a job and chillin' with college folk Told 'em that I gotta go, knew I would hit the pot of gold A lot of flows I'm droppin', it got me coppin' a lot of clothes Three whips, and I wrote a book for the homies How to make it independent, get the paper like a mummy Never bummy, I was broke and made a million off the lyrics I ain't spend it, I invested it you dummy [Chorus: Locksmith] I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I don't be playin', I'm plottin' I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave (Woo) Yeah, I put in work for this shit I gotta weigh out my options (I gotta weigh) I know my worth in this bitch I ain't complainin', I'm plottin' I got a way to get paper for days (What?) I don't be waitin' on people for praise (Nah) I got familiar with all of their ways (Yeah) Hop off the dick, jump on the wave, yeah [Verse 3: Ekoh] And I don't really think y'all get it I came from nothing to something, ain't going back down And when the music finna stop, ain't starting none of it Instead, they'll milk the game 'til they're tried as a cash cow Look at the meth labs, just in it for the clout You ain't really got the time? Then just "Unfollow Account" I got the option, I don't really need to fuck with 'em now But all these stupid motherfuckers keep on running their mouth I'm like who this, try'na redirect the blue ship? New kids, yelling more fake than the news is Came a long way from the days working two shifts Just to get a little loose grip on a few chips Now I got a sweet small stack, call it IHOP My stock grows with every song that I drop My clock never give a minute for the time-off I've got one eye on the gold, that's a cyclops Yeah, I put the plan into motion And I don't ever get too caught up in the words and emotions I got a lot of people that I gotta prove to their notion And even more that didn't notice til' I start a commotion I got the fans drinking on that Kool-Aid now Call it Jim Jones with a new wave I'll just start a cult-following Got away down to the money, make money I don't gotta be around, uh See I got the option to sign on the line or just keep it authentic (Keep it authentic) I've heard all the bullshit and seen through the lines of the money the mention (Money they mention) Like I can be happy or give 'em my heart and get back a percentage (Back a percentage) But I'ma keep moving and know in the end this is just the beginning, yeah