1st chamber

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm a soldier in this uniform Leaving this human form, fleeing with unicorns See what I got in store, it can really get brutal for 'em They don't see what's coming towards 'em 'cause my rising is a Capricorn Don't know why I'm advising you this, but I like to keep y'all well-informed While I'm rising through these ranks over cornfields, defying norms Colliding with devil horns and gliding over thunderstorms The catalyst to make the trigger pull and keep the barrel warm You've been warned Throwing jabs with medals on both arms Catch you off-guard like coast guard sleeping on they jobs Time to face the juggernaut Jugglin' life like geysers on corner spots I been wanted sincе a preteen, before pubеrty made my voice drop Like change in a coin slot Only time will tell if that quarter got stuck or not Pardon my board, it's like I can't afford to lose Mashin' on the buttons 'til the callus on my finger pops And to my family, I'm the black sheep, going beyond one's means Spinning blades in between needles until my forearm bleeds With grits in my bowl, I can spoon through anything to get through the weeds Get through the thick like a fist when you knead Needing that dough, but can't let that shit take over my frontal lobe When I got many doors they put in front of me That I'ma have to key like the locksmith that I've grown to be Since an adolescent, I've been adamant 'bout what I could achieve This ain't no self-fulfilling prophecy, I pull from a cabinet too high to reach Or me telling you what I was destined to be More like me taking the designated driver seat and control over my own destiny [Chorus] I work hard for my money I work long days and nights I came home tryna chill I wasn't even tryna fight Any day could be my last I should see if I can write I work hard for my money I work long days and nights [Outro] Hello? Hello? Hello? Yeah, this the motherfuckin' kidnappers and we want the motherfuckin' money How much we talkin' 'bout? You read the damn note Man, cut the chit-chat and tell 'em how much we want Wait, hold on (How much we want?) Fifty cent, fool Ayy, we want fifty cent, fool Wait, hold on, fifty cent? Is that what all this is about? Two punk-ass motherfuckin' quarters? Man, fifty thousand, dog, use your fuckin' brain