V1:
Did what I did, is what it is, came a long way from the time that it wasn’t/
Been where I been, stay where I stay, King of the Hill and my block it be buzzin/
Evergreen State, smokin away, shit is so cheap when you buy by the dozens/
Swervin the lane, hop on a plane, then I go get Mile high wit ma cousins/
Ever since a younger me, had niggas straight shittin in they dungarees/
Mobbin wit a ton of thieves, who put a gun to knees and bust shells like pumpkin seeds/
Got lines like the back of an Iphone, and verses to rival the bible/
Anyone tryin to snipe me, I promise to stifle, the rifle’ll give you an eyeful/
Thought it was real, say what I feel, then I realized Im nothing like you/
Friends be turnin to enemies, all of my Tendencies tend to be leaned Suicidal/
Ya squad is a joke, bitches is broke, every nigga you run wit a buster/
Let me be frank, if it’s all beef we squeeze, and wet up ya dogs like mustard/

Chorus:
Why would you plot? Why would you scheme? My fingernails dirty, the money is clean/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you focus on gettin a plate?/
Ya jewelry is fake, and so is ya team, aint doin shit so you focus on me/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate?/
Why would you plot? Why would you scheme? My fingernails dirty, the money is clean/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you focus on gettin a plate?/
Ya jewelry is fake, and so is ya team, aint doin shit so you focus on me/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate?/

V2:
Two in the tank, I smoke and I drank, writin these lines and im spittin wit ease/
Flippin these words, quicker than birds, im hungry my nigga and i gotta eat/
So gimme a beat, spittin so infinite, might as well put the whole track on repeat/
Back on my feet, niggas is scratchin like fiends, verses like crack on the street/
I am the revenant, this is my element, deeper than melanin, skills in my skeleton/
Never been hesitant, check wit the regiment, evident ever since, blessed wit intelligence/
Aint no one better than, boy is a veteran, settle the cheddar, then letters I’m measurin/
Weather the pressure, and better make sure all my niggas got chains like president jefferson/
Bitch I got bars like peep in ‘17, you noddin ya head like its ketamine/
Cant figure it out, lemme set the scene, killin more rappers than purple promethazine/
Kerosene, matches, amphetamine patches, what can I say when I’m sprayin this acid/
Go Go Gadget ratchet, hole in his fabric, boy go poof like magic/
Nothin to do, run me the loot, or I’m makin a thunderous hullabaloo/
Stop bein cute, “can anyone see who these niggas is talkin to?”, buddy it’s you/
Keep that same energy up, maintain the energy of, a man with his hennessy up/
Now you are centering up, with niggas you have no memories of/

Chorus:
Why would you plot? Why would you scheme? My fingernails dirty, the money is clean/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you focus on gettin a plate?/
Ya jewelry is fake, and so is ya team, aint doin shit so you focus on me/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate?/

V3:
Rock you to sleep like a basinet, me and my cabinent adamant/
Dammit slice you up the gut like a halibut/
Showin up to deals that aint happen yet, big chains wit the amulet/
P’s in a duffel bag, Carats in my Baphomet/
Always an advocate, smokin like im fumigatin habitats/
My rata-tat’ll scatter ya matter across ya cabbage patch/
Body flippin like an acrobat, just for half a stack/
I ain’t even actin like im havin that/
As for the blasphemous arrogance in my handsome rap/
A dapper Dan, handin out daps, with little sacks attached/
Accurate mathematics, I’m addin it for the fraction of people who never had it, and niggas who never happened/
They hatin cause they fakin, and tryna catch a reaction/
Keep your circle tight as your belt, cause fakers puttin they hands in/
Make me wanna throw them shots, aint no carin where they landin/
Man they all so underhanded, fuck it, buck it where they standin/

Chorus:
Why would you plot? Why would you scheme? My fingernails dirty, the money is clean/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you focus on gettin a plate?/
Ya jewelry is fake, and so is ya team, aint doin shit so you focus on me/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate? Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate?/