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[Verse 1: Toine] Look, how the fuck did i get here? I ain't talking being alive I mean working for the machine With the dream in my eye No contact, if you wack You don't need a reply This nigga O told me early there's a seat in the ride To success 'bruh You blessed What you need I provide So if i wasn't shot-gunning It was me and my pride Got me feeling the same way i felt when my Grandmomma died I'm getting old, time bleeding out This ain't what i dream about Up beating the sun, on that first bus leaving out The city just ain't for me no more Trust when I'm breathing out, the smoke When I be on stage, they be like, 'Toine Go!' But back home, I'm still a John Doe from upper Marlboro Nah Yo Fuck that If I ain't got the condo Living bomb jo, fuck your top 5 convo I'm gone so Passed like, Rajon Rondo Gotta keep it real like Los Blancos I rep for my mom, Jo Yo Plus who got my back too And 'ion mean for whatever rap do Its just a capsule, I'm actual [Verse 2: Oddisee] Most of my fans think that I'm underrated I put myself within the box amongst the ones who made it Amongst the greatest and the latest at the same time I'm killing stages with your favorites and evading Shine And me I'm fine with the position that I'm in But my listeners think I should be positioned in the tens Top fives, number ones, all the awards And all the shit that comes with it, that I tend to ignore This is classic over fashion, lasting over passing Passion over niggas who just do shit for reactions I may not ever be on BET at a show But I done seen the fucking globe so fuck accepting some gold Fuck your VIP parties I'd rather chill on the sofa Smoke some shisha, my feet up, my lady bout to come over No chips upon my shoulder, I'm just speaking how I feel My nigga I'm good for real I got a house, and a fridge full of meals, a lot of time to kill And my nigga I'm good for real [Verse 3: Trek Life] To the listeners I gave y'all the best of me And when that wasn't enough, I gave the rest of me I thought that talent and hard work would be the recipe But that cake never did bake up successfully And trust me I was in the kitchen constant New styles we rocked 'em Shows we had 'em popping Penning new concoctions I guess I probably should have been a doctor or a lawyer [?] could properly destroy ya' In the lab straight toiling While my album get ignored my blood boiling Why the fuck y'all keep passing up me in line? But Im out I'm 'finna shine from the side line Goodbye I'mma let Toine serve you up Sean wise hurtin 'em Stick figure and hard work set to murder ya' I put in all this grind and they say 'we never heard of ya' Damn that had me trippin' But maybe the real mission Was to set the stage so the next generation can glisten So I'm cool man I mean, I guess I'm cool man