Yeah, knock knock
Who there?
How you do that?
What you do there?
Yeah, window of opportunity closing
Call me crazy but I feel like I'm chosen
Hesitated, I was nervous, doing myself a disservice
Some point I gotta dive in, headfirst and reverse this
Wasn't cool enough for the kiddie pool clique
I was drowned out, I was ridiculed quick
But this ain't meant to be a sob story, it's a "I got on my job" story
Always knew what that bass meant, it's a ticket to the top story
Yeah, tired of holding shit back, I go off
Yeah, finally got my own back, I go off
Yeah, I got a short temper
Guess I'm a bit of a realist, so it's f*ck you and f*ck your agenda, yeah
I said, tired of holding shit back, I go off
Finally got my own back, I go off
And you better get used to it
F*ck with me I'm a new nigga, not new to it, yeah yeah
Night-mares in my room, yeah, night terrors awake me
It's mine for the taking but ain't no assuming what they see
Losing grip of my sanity, how long until I go crazy
Tell a bad bitch "come pamper me," I'm smokin' on rock-a-bye baby
I don't wan' socialize, wait, hold up
Moment of silence for Nipsey but through me his soul survives
Kicked it in overdrive, but it's a marathon, not a sprint though
F*ck you think I rap for, a Kia Sorento?
We on boss shit, you window shopping, we bought shit
Paving the way to come back on some "I told you so, that's what I thought" shit
I aspire to a higher view, I'll be here cooking 'til it pans out
Rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I am not, real
Yeah, tired of holding shit back, I go off
Yeah, finally got my own back, I go off
Yeah, I got a short temper
Guess I'm a bit of a realist, so it's f*ck you and f*ck your agenda, yeah
I said, tired of holding shit back, I go off
Finally got my own back, I go off
And you better get used to it
F*ck with me I'm a new nigga, not new to it, yeah yeah