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[Verse 1: OTC Sean]
Yeah
Been patiently waiting to come up
Through times, I've been working on self but I feel like I'm stuck in a loop
And I been patiently waiting to come up
Wait
I've been seeing this shit on repeat
How I'm patiently waiting
Now I think it's time that I jumped in the scene, uh
It's about to get hectic
I’m the chosen, I've been selected
I'm sick of the rap gang, It's infected
Guess I'm a vaccine, I've been injected
Now I'm on a come-up, black excellence
Self-indulged in the monеy, rich decadence
I’ll havе my bitch at my Calling or beckoning
Working her shit out like a training regimen
All this adrenaline got me lurking on the streets for a specimen
Honda maneuvers, I'm way too shifty, moving like I'm a veteran
Screaming fuck these niggas like I got no melanin
I've been holding it in, now I'm stuck up on ten
Lost on where to begin
Now I gotta treat the gun like it's wifi
Hold up, I'm lagging, I'm loading back in
Now I'm trying to get connected to any nigga trying set trip
On the wrong plateau, got me feeling like I'm Nardo
I don't gotta turn on Demon mode cuz with the semi-automatic, it be feeling automatic
I done had it up to here with the bullshit
Any nigga speaking out of line can catch a full clip
They just stepping stones on my way to my property
Using my come-up to build my monopoly
You only get caught when you not moving properly
I got one too many niggas tryna copy me
It's unfortunate that I'm an anomaly
Shout out JID, he rapping shit flawlessly, and thank the lord I got a bitch with viscosity
Still free to gang forever, hope you know that
Cruising through the city, feel like a throwback
Back to when we worked the block for a slow rack
I remember having Glocks in the coat rack
Now a nigga raising stock for some more stacks
But don't think I'm slipping because you'll get your toe tagged
I tried to tell ‘em that I'm on a come up
Been working on rapping and grinding till sun up
Capture the bag and acquire the motto
Fuck all the faith, put your life in full throttle
When money come fame and the bitches will follow
Trust me, those niggas you fuck with just dottle
That’s why their BM suck me like a bottle
I told my family, don't worry, I got us
Then reach deep in my bag, like the fries at the bottom
Had to put the swag out just to be in your top ten, I was locked in
Steady doing post-work just to get a drop-in
Quit with all the talking
Number-one assist king
So l had to go and…

[Verse 2: 10KNYX]
Count up the wins and like every second
You a spec, I’m stepping
Understand, I’m septic
Tanking all the weapons
Taking no rejections
I go dumb and special
I don’t need no prepping
I don’t need confessions
If you in the dust, I’m steady auto-pressing
Full throttle
Letting out the energy
Fuck the false impressions
That won’t intervene
You put an end to me in your dreams
Fuck the this and that and the in-between
In the den of thieves
I ain’t giving pleas
And I ain’t appeased
Honestly, I’m peeved
Please break it up
The boy bands made to bite the dust
Your old friends getting all the trust
You oblivious
They won’t hit you up til the rent is up
That’s a mental punch
Fuck your dental up
We can’t flick it up
Can’t be no slack cuz I picked it up
All the fickle stuff ain’t inventing stuff
All this written stuff put me in the clutch
Got the smith and tucked
Y’all end it all for the little stuff
Giving little fucks
In the kennel crushed
Ain’t no gentle stuff
The slot open, Imma fill it up
You ain’t real enough
Uh
Heavy cental stuff
Got loud raps cuz I chill enough
Instrumental stuff
Up the hill enough but I drill enough
And I’m still enough
Just conceal the cut
I don’t feel enough
I don’t deal enough
Finna end it all if I pick a rental up
Fuck