| Stay round bars, all I’m missing is a bouncer | 
| Ain’t fucking with the camp, my position is a counselor | 
| They say that life a bitch, but don’t you dare denounce her | 
| Sharp like a muthafucking dagger | 
| And I walk through like fuck your swagger | 
| Just gotta say, wasn’t always this way | 
| But you know sometimes we all fall, Niagara | 
| It’s really if you gonna get up, Viagra | 
| Y’all don’t get the picture, maybe I should tag ya | 
| Maybe I should make that shit a little more clearer | 
| Cause it’s time for reflection, I don’t need a mirror | 
| But I knew that my drive, it would take me far | 
| Now my rate of interest going up, APR | 
| Yeah, they blowing hot air like a dryer | 
| I’m a set it off and then set it on fire | 
| We can light it up up up | 
| So they can’t put it out out out (5x) | 
| We gonna let it burn burn burn burn burn burn (9x) | 
| I keep moving, you’re about the starlit | 
| Been through more bars than an alcoholic | 
| Hope your bluff picking up cause I’m about to call it | 
| I got the game in my back pocket like a wallet | 
| All it takes is a really big break | 
| And I guess that it’s apparent I’m about to raise the stakes | 
| Used to Medusa, I ain’t fucking with you snakes | 
| I fight for my career but I’ll never hit the brakes | 
| I’m the answer if you wanna ask me | 
| I’m a smart guy but you never gonna pass me | 
| Been spitting real since Drake was on Degrassi | 
| Ain’t that shit about a bitch, Lassie | 
| Knew that my drive, it would take me far | 
| Now my rate of interest going up, APR | 
| Yeah | 
| You’re blowing hot air like a dryer | 
| I’m a set it off and then set it on fire | 
| I know they gonna hate (hate) | 
| They just trying to bring me down (down) | 
| But I don’t give a fuck (fuck) | 
| You should probably king me now (now) | 
| Yeah I’m moving forward (forward) | 
| Y’all should fall back (back) | 
| If this ain’t dedication (-cation) | 
| Tell me what you call that | 
| W-w-working every night | 
| So everything I write takes flight | 
| Kinda like a kite | 
| I’m like Mike on a mic | 
| But I might fight for the right | 
| With the might of a knight | 
| In the sight of the light, alright? | 
| (Alright) | 
| Yeah you try to take our shine, Bad Boy, '99 | 
| Tell’em that we doing just fine, it’s our time |