| Now in the shadows I’ve learnt | 
| Observe patterns like the plaid on my shirt | 
| Cast doubt on the wall of that cavern | 
| Shed light with the lantern bug scatter that earth | 
| Fake smiles let me shatter that smirk | 
| Rearrange your grey matter see your path in reverse | 
| Saw the chapters read 'em backwards re-imagined the words | 
| Climbed the ladder, top to bottom and I landed on first | 
| Slow, steady and calculate | 
| Calibrate the vision, take notes and extrapolate | 
| Fine tune and listen, make goals and encapsulate | 
| Take what’s theirs, make it yours, watch 'em salivate | 
| I have the luxury of hindsight | 
| Luckily I don’t believe I don’t fucking need that limelight | 
| Pay attention and rewind twice | 
| That actor in the spotlight dies, I got my mind right | 
| Punks pay dues, not me I pay attention | 
| Yeah listen | 
| I’m trying to be the best possible version of me | 
| What you trying to be the best at? | 
| Take a good look at what you see | 
| I’m a full time hustler always on something | 
| Trying to make noise like a old muffler | 
| Yeah, see many fall flat | 
| Dream over now a nightmare | 
| So close to what they wanted, it was right there | 
| In front 'em | 
| And then hard work confronted 'em | 
| And knocked it back before they even wanted it | 
| Yeah, some of us are pawns in it for too long | 
| And learn from our mistakes | 
| And actually embrace what it takes to make it in this race | 
| We start out as babies, naked in space | 
| And soon learn to be afraid of everything in our way | 
| So it’s a long shot to do this | 
| And not just being a nine digits number with a number of excuses | 
| Proof is in the action | 
| It’s not magic | 
| Stop acting your future’s written and hidden in a cookie by Confucius |