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I'm always in the lab grinding, man. People think I'm just chilling because I ain't on the Gram or chasing cameras, but I'm constantly writing. I stay focused on the craft, you know what I'm saying? In Detroit, we just do our thing and let the music speak.

I'm always in the studio, man. People think I'm just sitting at home, but I'm grinding. It's about the work, you know? In Detroit, we just put our heads down and get it done. No flash, no cameras, just the music. You know what I'm saying?

Look at these voices inside my head, man, they're screaming again. Telling me stuff that I shouldn't have said, but I said it anyway. Guess I'm just wired this way, brain's like a grenade with the pin pulled away. Yeah, whatever, let it spray.

Look, I've been through hell and back, scratching and clawing my way through the rap game. They said I wouldn't make it, tried to box me in. But I'm still here, still spitting fire, still making them uncomfortable. That's what real art's about.

Look, when people try to analyze my lyrics and shit, saying I'm promoting this or that, they don't get it. I'm just speaking my truth, you know what I'm saying? Like, fuck what you think you know about me. I put it all in the music, that's where the real story is.

Listen, I'm spitting syllables, ridiculous individuals try to get critical, while I'm flipping these visuals, living proof that I'm criminal with the lyrical, minimal effort but I'm killing you all digitally, metaphorically, literally, call it what you want but I'm winning, see.

Yeah check it now, Brooklyn style killer flow make em know, stack paper like a banker though, living large while these cats stay small, top floor penthouse making power moves y'all, straight from the streets where the real ones dwell, got the game locked down can't you tell.

The streets, the heat, the cops on beat, the brothers on the block, the shots that pop, the mothers that cry, the kids that die, the system that lies, the prayer at night, the devil's spite, the hustle, the flow, the pain we know, the struggle to grow.