Always on the grind, I don't even skate
Mental sharper than Saber
I ain't into Fate, but regardless I still stay
Through the night and the bright
Hours of the day
Always on the grind, I don't even skate
Mental sharper than Saber
I ain't into Fate, but regardless I still stay
Through the night and the bright
Hours of the day
New joint but I'll always be the satin wizard
Basking in the heat like lizard
Even though my flows a blizzard
Come overwatch a master
In his natural habitat
It's high noon, time to deal out
Flaming bullets from the gat
Coming at you from every side like Linkin Park
So even if you're a challenger
You can't dodge that, android and
Night Tempo in the mini chat
And with Moe I Shop permanently like a tat
Folk in my inbox trynna get collabs
Cuz my numbers looking strong
Yeah they're getting abs, others lost in
Tthe city, they trynna hail the cabs
Man life is just a bunch of concrete slabs
But I smash through em all as I ride my bike
Through the streets with a minty
Fresh p-sych, and look where I am now
At the Tour de France, finish line
Cuz I prayed and I took a chance
Always on the grind, I don't even skate
Mental sharper than Saber
I ain't into Fate, but regardless I still stay
Through the night and the bright
Hours of the day
Always on the grind, I don't even skate
Mental sharper than Saber
I ain't into Fate, but regardless I still stay
Through the night and the bright
Hours of the day
Macross and Lé Real, yeah we back at it
Cuz I know you all been fiendin like
A crack addict, toolbox with your name
On it, here's your fix, prism Lite proclaimed
This as the best track of 20, 1, six
Seat belts on, yeah it all clicks
When I'm driving to the type of music
From the 80s flicks, I be going harder
Than a mansion made of bricks
So these big bad wolfs cant knock me down
I don't even know most of the rappers
Y'all mention, cuz if it ain't about the real
Then I don't pay attention
I can't focus on the fake, it's just too blurry
Imma readjust the TV picture in a hurry
Waterfall flow, so thirst quenching
I rise above the rabble, tightly clenching
Papers labeled truth, and a Nikon
Ain't nobody wanna hear it till
I turned the mic on