More to lose, more to prove
Room for more improvement
The more I do, the more they don't
That's why you boys is losing
Problem is, its hard for you to swallow what the truth is
I'll walk you through it, pick and choose or whatever suits you
It's more than music, we fuck up the game then keep it moving
Shits confusing, people in my life I keep removing
With every squad every movement there's gon' be a Judas
Looking back, I gotta ask myself Man how'd I do this
Facts, I'm proving, I'm just tryna tell y'all what the truth is
Where the loot, where the door cause I'm kickin' thru it
Night and day, put them hours in, then get to snoozing
Morning blues when I wake up 'cause I'm dreaming lucid
Keep my name up out them talks that I got non to do with
Keep on digging for some dirt on me it's inconclusive
You ride the wave, we paved our way and made the fucking blueprint
More to lose, more to prove
Room for more improvement
More to lose, more to prove
Pour me 1942
She said its Don Julio, that's 1800, can't fool me though
Y'all actors in the studio
Like its practice for a movie role
Truth be told, want you to know
I don't give a fuck about who you know
Put the mic down, go find a hobby
Pipe down, you rappin' loudly
Found the sound they running off with, what you boys gon' do without me?
Prolly be down a couple thousand
Prolly be in project housing
I'ma do just a couple songs, do a couple albums, then I'm done I'm outtie
More to lose, more to prove
We got room to improve
Got a room for the two of us, but a tour bus coming soon
Pour it up, sip the goose
Old enough for the booze
What the fuck is coming for me?
Too young to have a clue