Hunger pain I got a full plate but I treat-it empty
Plenty lose the drive of being hungry and-it dosent tempt me
I found it let me write automatic like lifting semis
Switching to another gear I'm charging up while Shifting hemis
Rex Chapman the way I'm snapping against a mic
Catching heights dunking opponents like Jordan taking flight
Not with the jazz I'm throwing rappers like I'm uncle Phil
Hold a piece underneath the belt like the Buckle steel
Raise the bar like Ronnie Coleman when I'm moving weight
Running product hand to hand serve it like a relay race
Hearing these stories start to bore me all been Prior Wrote
Your only clipping when your vocals hit them higher notes
Heavy artillery Number two leaded weaponry
Leonardo divinci painting pictures so vividly
The the issue be , flipping through magazines I'm Stan lee
Deep in soliloquy penciling peep the imagery
I haven't reached my peak but I'm getting there
Practice what I preach when I speak like a pastor here
All or nothing on to something never getting lost
Ima grind till I shine no matter the cost
And if it all fails atleast I'm still me
While y'all stuck tryna mix the perfect recipe
All or nothing on to something never getting lost
Ima grind till I shine no matter the cost