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