Through the Static

[Verse]

I'm a mothafuckin' problem for these folks rappin'

I'm feelin' so past it

I'm sick of dealin' with this fake shit, it's so plastic

Yeah, I won't sit with you

Fuck what you listen to

Cause I'ma do more damage with the pencil than John Wick could do

This industry's shady, it's got me feelin' something vicious

Watchin' all these rappers broke as fuck, talkin' about cash and bitches

A couple years ago, I didn't have a pot to piss in

Then I learned the music, now everyday feels like fuckin’ Christmas

I’m catchin' listens, I love it but it ain't the business for me

See, y’all will hate on anything before you check the story

Like ten years, I've been grindin' for a dream, now it's fuck anybody who didn’t believe

I’m payin' bills with a Spotify check

Lookin down at my debt like, "Peace!"

Man, there ain’t no one more surprised than I’ve been

But it ain’t about the money

It’s about the music, dummy

I ain’t been this hopeful since the first time I heard God Loves Ugly

Checkin' the microphone in here, it be like "One, Two!"

You got a goal to make it big? Well I got one, too

I’m bout to mix the ingredients for a perfect flow and when that shit explodes I know that all of y’all can get the smoke (Get the smoke)

You see, we do it for the love now

If you ain’t up for the challenge then sit the fuck down

And since we last met I had a couple changes

Switched up some priorities, found some medications

And I pushed myself to limits, I never thought would be possible

And found the fear of failure the only actual obstacle

The music dope, the lyrics' fresh

The content always topical

The shit I do, respectable, but love is always optional

You seein’ the team I’m seein'? Yeah we steady, droppin'

Keanu Reeves in Speed like, yeah, I’m never stoppin'

And that’s routine shit, cause everyday we flexin'

Like, "Do you even lift?" "Yeah, spirits through the message"

Listen then go write their own shit cause they so inspired

Come in with flame right off the dome guess I’m your Ghost Rider

My third eye’s got a birds eye view open

I’m hella woke like doin DMT with Joe Rogan

I’m floatin' through the city on some introspective shit

And this is just the intro, what did you expect from this?

It’s heart hop and we’ve been real from the inception

Fuck bein' cool, I’m tryna make a real connection

Don’t wanna disappoint, Game of Thrones: Season 8

I’m fucking Breaking Bad, go out at the top of my game

Thinkin' of sellin' out just to make a name but I would rather be myself any day

See, I just need to be true to the love and the madness

Especially when in the booth, I’ll never change for the masses

And there's a lotta dumb shit masquerading this passion

And I’m just tryna reach you-

Aye

Through the static (Static, static, static)

(Static, static, static)

(Static, static, static)

(Through the static)