Nicotine fiend, yeah I'm a beast on the scene
Glew up and copped some street wear, I'm as fresh I can be
People saying that I'll fall off, I'm still here in these streets
They say this shit is temporary but I'm running for keeps
Stunting hard, counting hundreds man I dream of success
Until I'm sitting in my Audi, like f*ck man I fell blessed
And all these trashy flashy rappers tryna f*ck with my head
But why're you tryna flex brah? just be a mad cunt instead
And cunts be talking hella mad shit, like he don't rhyme like that
But I'm balling hard, dropping hunnids, brother check the stats
Hold on, wait a minute, cause I'm feeling replenished
All you do is talk hectic like you stating a fetish
Catching bodies with my brothers man my pain is embedded
Go and be your best version coz this shit is pathetic
I be grinding hard though, tryna stay away from mainstream
Rappers always talk about like Wil man you're so mainstream
Try the repetition, brother all you say is mainstream
Just flash your money buy those cars but isn't that mainstream?
Keep my money long, while you shit cunts are aging
You say, Rich, poor, successful, broke. Like how is that the same thing?
I'm still me, tryna keep my state of mind
State of mind, while I'm watching all that paper climb
Till I climb, higher than the mountain tops, I rock pot at the spot cause I live a lot
On the grind, staying true for the squad, cooking up a storm living life I will never stop
My skills be self explanatory I don't need to boast
In the booth going hardcore cutthroat
Yeah,yeah,yeah, in the booth going hardcore cutthroat. yeah
Back when I was a young kid, yeah sinking piss out in public like f*ck this
Running on an empty stomach coz loves shit
I'm angry and heinous, so many bad thoughts
And I'm learning i cannot contains them
F*ck it I'm just deranged cunt, I think my brains enslaved cuz
Nothing can save ya
Like f*ck, let me fight through it and get this page done
I need a change brah, dreaming of a successful life I need the paper
Sittin on my ass all day and now the days gone
Wanna do this for the brothers and the fam
But the more that I think about it I just need to get them bands
But I wanna keep my friends, I don't need to make a choice
Just work, eat, sleep, repeat try to be the only voice
But it ain't an easy task, when there are voices in your head
Every little thing makes you wanna punch a wall instead
Like nah, chill the f*ck out, sit down and grind just to make ya mumma proud
Cause that's what it's about, just work and get the money man
Leave everyone behind and succeed then give the dividends
I be the bad guy up in the streets, they say I'm bound to sin
The devil be attached to my shoulder like heres an extra limb
I'm still me, tryna keep my state of mind
State of mind while I'm watching all that paper climb
Till I climb, higher than the mountain tops
I rock lot at the spot cause I live a lot
On the grind, staying true for the squad cooking up a storm living life
I will never stop
My skills be self explanatory I don't need to boast
In the booth going hardcore cutthroat
Yeah, and i'm done man. C Wil, cutthroat