You're up 2-0. What's the story
Are you not happy, or you're only half happy
What's there to be happy about
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished
I don't think so
That's the whistle I might travel for a beat
Referee, I ain't mean to do them dirty, please don't intervene
I'm a different pedigree, shit
Would it be too cocky if I said that I agree
Asked for me to kill the song, I asked to what degree
Last one ain't the last one, I just needed time to breathe
Swear that I'm just getting started, as if I signed another lease
It's getting cold, I know the police bringing heat
Compare the world to some like Chilly, and I'm the one still being me
Guarantee I honor partnership and things I like to see
No matter where I'm at, Tennessee or Germany
Change locations like the dog who played ball for the heat
I ain't do it right, I'm a FanDuel, hope, I never seen indeed
If I freestyle on the road, I keep it buck, I keep it P
They ain't want me in the Maybach when I'm rolling through these streets
Yeah, I like to take my time, I'm going hard so they ain't sleep
Couples zzz up in your circle, they go lie, or disagree
GM get fired, they gotta go, they gotta leave
I ain't in the same pool, knock him out, I'm seeing green
I don't put up with them fools, time to kick him off the team
All I do is bless my bank, there ain't a lot of time for beef
But a lot of time for us, building our foundation
That's the building, you can call me Russ
Opposition on the other side, I know I got them hush
Still, it's me against myself, so why the hell would I need to rush
Yeah, I'll be damned if I ever stop, might be a must
Hard to not fall into lust
Negative my chances, so I wrap it up, that ain't a plus
Dirty how they did my boy Tariq and that's why I don't trust
Ain't too much out here to lose, I'm making moves, you make it up
Tend to see a lot of change, there ain't too much to readjust
Ain't surprised these niggas hating, I ain't changed for what's discussed
What she want from me to gain the paper or for me to thrust
Some shit that I don't know, but I know how to make it on the cut
Damn, you say I can't make it
I mean if CXBRA ain't got the crown then CXBRA gone take it
And if you're speaking out of line, you better translate it
I got some shit up on my mind ain't trying to explain it
Separated good from the bad days, I ain't doing too much
Crews got my back, no need to clear up any rumors
Moving with precision, not the same how they maneuver
Take off, now we fly, that's word to my producer
Dip my wrist up in the cooler, I ain't think about the past
Head up in the future, they say time is moving fast
Thinking is it coming sooner, or did I only just advance
All these setbacks I've been seeing ain't never been part of the plan
But the plans don't change and the whip got range
My, oh my, all I do is maintain
Let the wage gain gains, let the wage James saint
Patrick, I'm a star, and f*ck it up when I'm on stage
This just something I gotta do, ain't never been the type to wait
Compact in a coup ain't gotta know where we gon' stay
Shit, it's not about the loot for me, or whatever else obtained
Y'all worry about the new, not me, I'm breaking through the cage
And making sure I'm doing more than this and let it all remain
They can play it like it's fixing, and I've been somewhere in the cut
I ain't missing any shots and I always got a cup
Reff gon' blow the final whistle, all we see is DUBS