A little tired of the cut throat
Can we get an ollyollyoxenfree
A second to breathe
Your ego running the booth
You need a truce
If you wanna endure
Always at war leaves destruction ensured
You muttered something about trenches
I’m only seeing warm benches
You’re peering through some bloody soaked lenses
I’m just questioning this tension
Best guess at your intention
Is solely for some mentions
You’re either running a muck
Or betting on blind luck
I just worked, never get in a rut
No writers block, no peacock
Put ten thousand hours down on the clock
So I can stand behind what I’ve got
Just a mindset, I knew nothing else
Just a lifestyle, never thought of wealth
Went full time from the outset
Hoping it’s a sure bet

You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up

You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up

Rappers laughing, half the time, don’t bother plugging the mic in.
They’re searching for perfection
In project number one
They’re looking stunned
Can barely stand yet they’re trying to run
Found a self described poet teetering on stilts
Lost they’re balance when they reached for their hilt
I stood calmly, jump once to check what I’ve built
Steady as fuck, no wobble, no tilt, yah
Holding steady, hold the confetti, as i’ll admit
You need a machete for my discography
Through the thick of it I know some shit in there’s heavy
And every track a step, keep running cause standing still will prove deadly
And I fucking loved every second
Instead of second guessing, each fumble just another lesson
Looking back at the smoldering wreckage
And, well, I’m just loving the present

You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up

You’re looking for your top placement
But where’s your foundation?
I’m looking at your bloody faces
And you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up
Now you’re all cut up