Verse 1:

It's a little bit ironic,
Wanna do more, but haven't got the time for it,
Like I'm chasing my tail,
Don't even know what the prize is but I've got my eyes on it,
On my so called route to success,
Burned bridges with friends,
Kept family ties knotted,
Either way they've all gotta say,
And not one of them's been putting funds in my pocket;
Need to be a bit more selfish if I'm honest,
Can't be offering a helping hand,
Coz if it were the other way round,
Know a couple man that would hang me out the dry in a rainforest,
Why? coz the hustle they hate on it,
Would given up from long time, if I came to make profit,
Man lose heart and give up,
Be patient and wait on it,
And if need be, pray on it;
And if it weren't for the Lord above,
Then I ain't gonna lie see this whole mind of mine could've lost it,
Come like the powers dem were working against me,
But I saw through the sorcerer's plot twist,
It still feel like my time and my shots missed,
I dwelled and got pissed but life's full of tragic and unfortunate losses,
And I don't wanna rot up in a corporate office;
But same way one can benefit from the knowledge,
Cutting through the professional world,
Up against them man with inherited wealth,
Learned the dynamic so for that manna owe homage,
Scrapped the blueprint the whole landscape's demolished,
Part by part dismantle the machine,
I deaded off plan A, got another plan B,
With support from friends and love from family.

Hook:

(Only one shall rule)
Only the real will inherit the kingdom,
Sought God and its righteousness,
We're righteous first,
They can't stand the sight of us,
Cock the wap and let that burst,
Before the money and growth, I was spitting these bars,
All a man just had was his word,
Life stories in the space of a verse.
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Verse 2:

... Cee how the plot thickened,
Bragging rights come god-given,
Observe another doctrine,
With rules that were not written nowadays gotta chat,
Wass for the clout through an online account,
All bark and no bite,
But would cry if they got bitten,
Watch them sing like Bob Dylan,
Deprive 'em of oxygen;
Strangle a throat ...,
I said strangle a throat,
Adopt a heavy-handed approach,
You'd be mad to approach,
Yeah I rap with candid approach,
Forthright in my speech,
With a bag full of flows,
Never lack the control while you,
MC's all copy and paste wid your template flows,
Real rap's dead,
It's a fact I suppose,
But a fact I oppose nonetheless;
Industries fake but I've come to finesse,
Friends re-align then they turn into foes,
It's a letdown, but I'm learning to cope,
Mistakes will get made, I've been yearning for growth,
Reflect on my thoughts, so the past I evoke,
But meanwhile, they're all clowns or comedians,
Either way, I'm starting to think that their work is a joke,
Go act like a bitch, an example for hoes;
Watchful eye like a guard on patrol,
But manna roam free never bailed or paroled,
These jokers, can't be asked with them folk I'm achieving my goal,
My bro should've marked the far post,
Better know it's not a laugh and a joke,
Following my own rules and committed,
You had part ways so the terms are annulled.