I would die for so many but I won't live for any
Takes me less than a second to switch it back to petty
I need a set of model coffins for the beats I've buried
A real sicko I was morbid before birds were calling
These days I'm missing messages like it isn't important
My pen got wickeder because I was stripped of recording
Upgraded Kay I got some new flows that I been installing
I heard reports what I was doin like it wasn't me
My book of lyrics now it's lookin like it's War and Peace
The rap heads talk like Kay we need some more of these
Get what you get this ain't no can I get a order please
I still tip my hat to my people that stay supporting me
I still need the bags cause that money be reassuring me
Money on my mind like
Vybz 09
It's been a Good Life but still ima need mines
For sure
But I ain't with all of that fakin it to build a rapport
I couldn't picture faraway when pushing papers through doors
Knew I was him when I pushin crep protect on Air Force
And Christmas closes used to go all until 3 in the morn
I prayed for death my only fear in life was that I'd respawn
Now it's in form
Trained to never miss but there was days when I was piss poor
Now I'm touchin Mic like someone who could defend him
But I just wanna be like Mike
Yeah
This flow water through the pipeline
Vision 2020 I'm not talkin bout my eyesight
Been in top tiers before they came with any guidelines
Donning this mask feels like an alternative life of me
Hands together this is more than just a lucky streak
My plans come together like I'm John Smith
I've already prepared for any plot twists
The aims to grow gracefully and not switch
I'm just tryna bless the west with more hot shit
I mean
The flows so tight
Who flows this nice
I'm Loki like I was taken in by Odens wife
When you charge shit to the game it never sympathises
That always got me hot headed my temperature rising
I'd clear shelves like I was buying out the shop
Trying to get into game with doors locked let's kick it off
Rip the riddim Hulkamaniac
Every time I'm finished on a beat it needs a paper tag
I'm sure of that
I'm in the bag the purists want me in
Doin it with confidence
Dont believe the hype of any compliments
Need my first M before my first dance
And some Respeck on my name like I'm Birdman
Need to see the cash rise before my last ride
Lyrics hot enough to make a tan line
I scorch it
I'm ain't passin no torches
Stuck on go we ain't pausing
Moving up we ain't dormant
We just make the plans and enforce em
We just make waves and it's surfs up
I make cameos like word up
I got sweet lines that the wife likes on night vibe
Deep lines for my G's kitted when there hasslehoffin on a night ride
And you know that
Superstar from my origin
Rough diamond don't polish it
4 years straight I been licking aces like Djokovic
Game set and just smash it
Same set we don't panic
Half the time we ain't plan it
We don't worry bout damage
Briefcases just hanging
It's Rob Van Dam when I grab it
5 stars when I splash it
Kay
That's on everything I love and hate
Lips zipped taking secrets to the grave
The names Faraway, Kay Faraway man I survived enough to die another day