First Piece

I need an eight-figure deal, excluding the fucking taxes Money for my people, including the fucking masses Mind is still divided on keeping it for myself Guess it's why my ex left, or whatever the fucking math is Every single lesson I've taken came from a loss And every single loss that I've taken became a blessing Focused on myself, I'm not stressing about the cost I tend to pay the price when I never pay some attention, it's true Real talent when I step in the booth It's real awkward when I step in the room So many eyes on me, so many lows that I'm destined to see the highs, homie Feet on the floor, but my head is up in the skies Ain't listening if you never tried, bunch of bystanders Don't hurt your neck when you're looking up to my standards We get to work and get it first, then hit the vibes after And best believe we point two fingers to the sky after Forever timeless, if you knew us, then you'd understand I won't trust you with my thoughts if I don't love you, fam My circle's small, I pass the blunt into my other hand I'm here to rap, and I'm not living out another plan No My biggest fear is falling short then finally falling off And that's the only thing that's stopping me from starting off Alright, let's go