PRXSPER

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Aye (Aye) Yeah (Yeah) (Move) First things first I'm about business I'm about work Sitting here thinking, how it all worked Getting my winnings, getting my perks Niggas wanna know how I came from the dirt See, my shoes don't shine if I run from a bird Decline the lines, refine all the hurt Staying inside, refuse to converse Nah I don't need them, I'm fine without them Carry on scheming, I know the outcome Nigga I'm seeing, all your actions Look how you're bleeding, I should have drowned you Ignore the feelings, rise like a falcon They commit treason, then change the outlook Lyrical beating, fire like Dalsim Nigga I'm screaming, I'ma get louder Really I'm running to racks and the gold I want it platinum and hung on my wall (Hung on my wall) Don't have a chain on my neck they can pull Act like I'm broke when the bank is so full Plot on the plan when there's nothing to do bitch I stay on the grind got points I can prove It's critical time bout to snap remove every doubter in sight they can taste on my boot (Break) Increasing all of my stats Training for combat with rats My sound is in a new area (Huh?) I bagged up the game then I ran (Move) Increasing all of my stats Training for combat with rats My sound is in a new area I bagged up the game then I ran (Blegh) They talk the talk for the gang I hear the talk then I laugh Relocate to a new area (Yeah) I need more space for my cats Increasing all of my stats (Yeah) Training for combat with rats My sound is in a new area I bagged up the game then I ran Really I'm big dog I got gold in my home no wristwatch That Bulganin sold like big rocks Got silicon road dough with stocks I don't want you to know what I've been on Never rapped for a cheque but my deals hot Niggas came in my life now they've been gone Paid a quarter of a mill' just to fuck off (Fucking peasant, aye) Nigga I see the plot I'm 'bout to beat the odds Let me not speak my wrongs We don't care if they're deep or not, aye Nigga I see the plot I'm 'bout to beat the odds Let me not speak my wrongs We don't care if they're deep or not The hate that I feel is strong Some things that I sing are wrong So focused on keeping on It comes with the things you love Everyone's loving the movement Flex and flex on my rhymes Sometimes I think that I'll lost it Not nothing I have just my mind Sometimes I feel alone in this shit, God damn Can someone please tell me how to live, God damn I know I'm a God with the sheep, God damn I still feel alone in this shit (Fuck) Increasing all of my stats Training for combat with rats My sound is in a new area I bagged up the game then I ran (Fuck) Nigga I see the plot I'm 'bout to beat the odds Let me not speak my wrongs We don't care if they're deep or not We don't, fucking care, about, the shit you're on We don't, fucking care, about, the shit you're on (Ugh, ugh) Me no wan nobody to talk to me right now, hear? Everyt'ing alright Ready?