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Uh Walked to the door of the industry, Thinkin' bout all of the shit that I'm droppin' will get to me They droppin' shit like they littering, Take over swiftly with lines that they ain't ever heard of Heard all the shit that they dropped, are you kiddin' me? All of my lyrics got heat like they blistering After I'm done, I'll change history Like y'all are Cosmo or Wanda and I'm Timmy Turner Everybody talk cool like they Listerine Then I pull up and they bitterly speak to me, Then they would try to belittle me When all I'm doing's literally asking They really know that they wouldn't do shit to me Pullin' up on me ain't victory Roll in to three, unknowingly Best place your bet I'm the winner like DraftKings Make sure if you talk against me You best come off fluently Y'all talking up like you're trying to be the devil of rap But you steady be overlooking for the God within me Well that can't be right, so stop insisting That you still top the listings I'll get the spot that I wish for quickly while you work hard against me It's awful envious What people will do just to get on a track with me Then it turns out to a crap release You won't believe how many of them wanting a pizza But still requesting for a bag of cheese No one from Punxsy will kill it as hard as this after me Still making zero on salaries After this album releases, I'm gonna be eating Like every beat gives me 300 calories I'm working hard for the shit, got it thick and it's solid as bricks You think I'm sad at the top but I'm still at the start of the shit I'm working hardly for hardly a cent Now they trippin', steady offering tips Still saying nah to the shit They go from bopping to sparkin' a clip I didn't call for this shit I'm working hard for this shit, gotta thicken as solid as bricks You think I'm sat at the top but I'm still at the start of the shit I'm working hardly for hardly a cent Now they trippin' instead of offering tips Still saying nah to the shit They go from bopping to spark in a clip I didn't call for this shit Okay, where were they at Turn up the stereo, hop in the back I thought you would stop the facade when you had told us about a competive match Oops, competitive Ain't nobody Vinny isn't better than I got a list right here that I'm fed up with That even says it on the back of the letterman Stacked with a bretheren Mmm You need an hour? Give me a minute What isn't ours? Quick to the finish Quick to devour Leave some for dinner Bitter and sour? That was a given Give me a minute to snap, now give me a bit to relax Give me a bitch from the back and I hit it so hard that her innards collapse I'm working hard for the shit, got it thick and it's solid as bricks You think I'm sad at the top but I'm still at the start of the shit I'm working hardly for hardly a cent Now they trippin', steady offering tips Still saying nah to the shit They go from bopping to sparkin' a clip I didn't call for this shit I'm working hard for this shit, gotta thicken as solid as bricks You think I'm sat at the top but I'm still at the start of the shit I'm working hardly for hardly a cent Now they trippin' instead of offering tips Still saying nah to the shit They go from bopping to spark in a clip I didn't call for this shit