bitter beginnings

 - Verse 1: The Grind) ​ ​Yo, fuck an alarm clock, the hunger's the only sound I need, Woke up with a blueprint, gotta plant the illest seed. Sunrise hits the window, man, it's time to seize the day, No time for weak-ass bullshit, gotta focus on the pay. I'm talkin' ten thousand hours just to master this whole game, From movin' petty weight, now I'm pushin' corporate fame. The city's a damn jungle, filled with snakes and hungry thugs, I learned to spot a fake smile and dodge the cheap drugs. Used to run the block, now my ass is in a black Benz, Tinted windows low, cuttin' ties with the so-called friends. 'Cause loyalty's a myth, man, a lie they try to sell, I keep my circle small, the only secret I don't tell. Got a million-dollar meeting, with a bunch of rich, white shits, Gonna walk in and take their dough, one calculated hit. This ain't luck, this is real life, a detailed, gritty story, And I ain't a hater, I just want all the damn glory. ​The Hook (No Filter) ​They call me a player, 'cause I'm sharp, I'm goddamn driven, I take what I deserve, ain't waitin' to be given. My ambition is sick, it's a cold, lethal weapon, I move with the finesse that keeps these bitches steppin'. Don't be a hater, motherfucker, just look at the detail, I built this shit from nothin', every piece of the trail. Yeah, this is the truth, the raw, explicit confession, I'm a playa for life, that's my one true profession. ​Verse 2: The Takeover ​Walk into the room, smell the fear and the cheap bourbon, These suits tryin' to act tough, their whole facade is suburban. The paperwork's laid out, they think they got me cornered, Tryna lowball the valuation, the greedy little whores did. I let 'em talk their trash, let the ignorance flow out, Then I drop the numbers that make their little hearts sprout wings and fly away. I hit 'em with the real shit, the data they can't dispute, "Your offer's a joke, man, you can keep the cheap loot." I look the chairman dead in his smug, pathetic eye, "I know what this is worth, stop tryin' to live the damn lie." The room goes cold silent, the tension is a bitch, They didn't expect a player who could talk and flip the switch. One old bastard sighs, realizes he's completely fucked, "Okay, Mr. [My Name], the terms are restructured and plucked clean from your proposal." Another victory secured, the check's gonna be fat, I take the pen, sign the line, and then I tip my hat. ​Outro ​(Beat fades out with a heavy, looping kick drum) ​Yeah. That's how the real shit goes down. No games, no hesitation. The blueprint is detailed. Don't be a hater, just sit back and watch the master move. And to those rich motherfuckers? Thanks for the goddamn money. Click.