This is what I live for
Shit you can't get on Billboard
Top 100, radio, Rolling Stone, or the Pitchfork
I've been staying indoors
This is what I persist for
I plan to execute, I'm Greg Pop with the clipboard
Every move is calculated down to the miniscule
Following the same blueprint since middle school
Doin' what I want, killin' everything I'm willing to
Start a wave so big the ocean is like my swimming pool
This shit nasty, Ferris Bueller classy
A young Kendrick freestyling in the backseat
I run the jewels all over this boom bap beat
The game is losing life and this flow is the fucking vaccine
I could go forever cause these thoughts run a lifespan
After verse, young Drizzy on a timestamp
5 A.M. in Austin, notebook on the nightstand
I'm really tryna take-off, ain't no tellin' when this flight lands
(What)
(What)
It's fuckin hell out there
I'm never satisfied
I got a hunger for success I got an appetite
I follow intuition I know when I have it right
And that's cause not every loss is not always a sacrifice
They get to acting right
I used to fantasize
Of comin' up but when it happens I can't act surprised
They're sellin' dreams and I don't even wanna ask the price
I'd rather go to war and meet you at the battle site
Be the only man alive
Yeah
Got the bass bumpin' gotta keep the speakers loud
They say it's hell out there, I blow the demons out
Fuck a non-believer don't care if he don't believe it now
I know you'll think it's odd when you watch it all even out
(What)
(What)
It's fuckin' hell out there
(What)
(What)
It's fuckin' hell out there