Population: 1

[Verse] I kinda figured it wasn’t as hard as everybody made it out While still far from able to look and say I made it out But made note of the flows that y’all would share on your singles Y’all must’ve forgot The hands craft, channeling spirits, something to watch A lot of y’all were high off of the lies, great My position in your debate, never heard it over the ambience Ever since I was able to get it down on my first take I guess it showed ‘em who was really fucking champion From the lows, a soldier was bread to grow Through the sword in the rock, he popped You search in cement for a rose There wasn’t ever room for another, heard undercover They go from below the waist on their knees to sucking your soul Where the fuck am I supposed to go? Trying to bridge the gap, never thought it would take its toll Carry it on your back to get back on the map I swear all I’m seeing is palms itching to get a part Like these niggas were really here from the fucking start Feeling like ain’t no one else to make up the population It’s why there ain’t no one else when I be looking adjacent They’ll run a mile off the inch that you gave for patience But all I’m hearing is feelings like niggas hit ovulation What’s silence to your ovation All I spit in this pitcher Pitching out what’ll work for the bigger picture I picture your casket wit’cha When I off every facet, you couldn’t mask it nigga Them rappers playing with fire, them consequences dire Over the head sit back in your seats to let it dye ya I never asked for acceptance, I was cool with pariah These kids’ll pick up a mic and forget the curve But it’s funny cus I’m killing their 48s in a third Never knew why these women thought I was paying attention Or why I could never cross all my exes without the tension Some honorable mentions thought reappear and depend When I started using the pen to stay clear of getting the pensions Friend to foe but it’s cool when you knowing it’s safe to say The same people to hate it Be the same people in line to play it Myself, never agreed to the help, the shots they load ‘em For keeping up man these Khloes must’ve really thought that I had owed ‘em Know the noise wouldn’t affect me in turn Collect me for urn long after you elect me for term Respect off return, considered the veteran I figured when Goliath ain’t wanna fight, rather talk it out like it’s Letterman Let ‘em all in to witness Even if you had built for the ark and managed a ticket All in all it was making additions to make a difference Multiplying the work for the dividends on the platter Externally nothing mattered You yearn to be what you ready for And start to see where the bandwagon is headed for Though if the offer’s on table, would you make do with a label And risk the label from peers infatuated with fable But fuck ‘em all I was eating off of my own While not everybody was complacent with the way I’ve grown I was more on chasing, rather racing ‘em towards the throne King me over that checkered wave They went astray, really trying to get away Man I’m trying to steer away from these demons but they ain’t budging But if I were to die tomorrow, spit all I wrote during judgment All the while shit’ll change, for the population remained When the competition receded more That’s how it feel when you knew that the game needed more This what y’all pleaded for?