[Verse 1]
Yeah
Back to the program, Mack 'bout to ham
Raps over tracks, whether fast or the slow jams
Mastered the path go and bask in the flow, fam
Craft is immaculate; massively dope, damn
Rappers they don’t land bars when they spit 'em
Never quite seem to go hard with the rhythm
Clever hype fiendish flow, charged with the wisdom
Better sight, see me glow–large with the vision
Raw intuition, channeling that flow state
Dismantling your whole panel, they don't hold weight
A cannibal, a cold animal–I go ape
Span the whole planet but Los Angeles is home base
My flow disgusting, rancidness ran rampant
Make you go, "Ugh!" like ants in your ham sandwich
Haters is bugging, whoever wanna oppose this, I’m stomping you roaches
Bomb with songs that's ferocious, for real
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Whether writing these rhymes or improvising for hours
I got the drive to improve, I be out here striving for power
Sometimes, my mind is devoured by every kind of distraction
I fall off the path and have to realign with my passion
I'm tryna do like Kobe; training ritual locked
Eyes on the prize, no obstacles got my visual blocked
To have to give up and stop, yo, that's a miserable thought
The ink drizzles, I jot
The shit that's sizzling hot
I stick to the plot even when inspiration dwindles
That's just an indication to go harder, plain and simple
I'm making up for the all the days when I would blaze the indo
And play Nintendo, close the black-out shades on the windows
No more escaping, I'm cultivating faith: it’s essential
No more slacking, the Mack’n making waves and crescendos
Slight missteps on the path to be expected
I redirected my efforts; my work ethic respected, for real
You know what it is, man, listen
Ugh
[Verse 3]
I said I'm…
Doing the work ’cause that's all I control
These lyrics led by my spirit, I just follow my soul
Wherever it leads me, I'll be going there gladly
Throwing on beats to get open, when flowing I'm happy
I think that’s so important: to notice what brings you joy
The thing that when you do it, your focus can't be destroyed
And lean in to that, don't fight it, embrace your calling
Fuck chasing the paper 'cause it's a waste to be balling
If your spirit ain't fulfilled, I remember playing sports
As a kid, didn't like it but still I was on the court
Shit was forced 'cause all my friends and all of the cool kids
Were shooting hoops daily so I figured, "Let's do this,"
Truth is I ain't built for that skill
When I started playing music, the thrill was mad real
And still, to this day, the excitement grows
Whether playing drums, [Verse]
Back to the program, Mack 'bout to ham
Raps over tracks, whether fast or the slow jams
Mastered the path go and bask in the flow, fam
Craft is immaculate; massively dope, damn
Rappers they don't land bars when they spit 'em
Never quite seem to go hard with the rhythm
Clever hype fiendish flow, charged with the wisdom
Better sight, see me glow–large with the vision
Raw intuition, channeling that flow state
Dismantling your whole panel, they don't hold weight
A cannibal, a cold animal–I go ape
Span the whole planet but Los Angeles is home base
My flow disgusting, rancidness ran rampant
Make you go, "Ugh!" like ants in your ham sandwich
Haters is bugging, whoever wanna oppose this, I'm stomping you roaches
Bomb you with songs that's ferocious, for real
[Verse 2]
Whether writing these rhymes or improvising for hours
I got the drive to improve, I be out here striving for power
Sometimes, my mind is devoured by every kind of distraction
I fall off the path and have to realign with my passion
I'm tryna do like Kobe; training ritual locked
Eyes on the prize, no obstacles got my visual blocked
To have to give up and stop, yo, that's a miserable thought
The ink drizzles, I jot
The s* that's sizzling hot
I stick to the plot even when inspiration dwindles
That's just an indication to go harder, plain and simple
I'm making up for the all the days when I would blaze the indo
And play Nintendo, close the black-out shades on the windows
No more escaping, I'm cultivating faith: it's essential
No more slacking, the Mack'n making moves and crescendos
Slight missteps on the path to be expected
I redirected my efforts; my work ethic respected, for real
You know what it is, man, listen
I said I'm…
Doing the work 'cause that's all I control
These lyrics lead by my spirit, I just follow my soul
Wherever it leads me, I'll be going there gladly
Throwing on beats to get open, when flowing I'm happy
I think that's so important: to notice what brings you joy
The thing that when you do it, your focus can't be destroyed
And lean in to that, don't fight it, embrace your calling
F* chasing the paper 'cause it's a waste to be balling
If your spirit ain't fulfilled, I remember playing sports
As a kid, didn't like it but still I was on the court
S* was forced 'cause all my friends and all of the cool kids
Were shooting hoops daily so I figured, "Let's do this,"
Truth is I ain't built for that skill
When I started playing music, the thrill was mad real
And still, to this day, the excitement grows
Whether playing drums, freestyling, or writing flows, I said…
