Ain't Nobody Coming I’ve been gunning from 100 yards
Trying to hit my mark, missing every time, this will be the start
Of the picture perfect, watch it when she work it with no hands
I got plans,stack 100 bands, people in the stands, and they fans
Singing every song, and they coppin' merch, this will work
I emerge while you falling off from Perc
While you leaning I’m even scheming
To heat up like steaming demons
I left for 6 years the feigning, I came back to make a scene
And get rich, all the benefits, all the business is
Smoke and mirrors to make it clearer I’m all up in yo shit
I’m like the clown from “IT” cuz down here everybody floats
I’ve been baggin' the baddest bitches and everybody knows
Body blows will bring the head down, I’m ahead now
Stacking bread and cut the overhead I’m more prepared now
Feel like Freddy to your favorite Rapper, yeah they scared now
Killed them all inside my dreams except they really dead now
Head Down!

Yeah that was cool and all, but I need you to go harder than that. Come On

Ain't Nobody Coming to find me or write no contract to sign me
I put that bullshit behind me and wrote this song to remind me
It’s only us, niggas phony plus so we only trust
If you down here in the trenches with us while we coming up
This is grind mode, preteen hard chaffing in yo jeans
Playing just the tip, until you slip, now we on the scene
Fuck the game, say my name like Candy Man in the mirror
I pop up with a hook you get gutted you gotta fear us
The focus now is the clearest, distance now is the nearest

That it’s ever been, this music medicine and I’m a healer
Actually I’m a dealer, you can get a QP
Yo cutie in my DM Trying to get some QT, I’m Bruce Lee
Move like water Out of your league you know it
Cut from a different cloth,you can’t stitch it or sew it
Motherfucka

See the things is, they want to put you in a box. They want to tell you who you can be, how you can be, when
you need to do it and why. But the truth is, you decide who you are going to be. Stop waiting for somebody to come fix it for you.
I’m going to tell you right now...listen

Ain't Nobody Coming to do it, its Mostly Me and I knew it
I had to bet on myself, I put the house on my music
Went into debt for this shit, sometimes regret what I did
But as a man I’m gonna make it only regret if I quit
Only regret if I stop and I could never be bought
So I ain't checking for labels unless I’m controlling the pot
I mean I own all my masters and plus my publishing too
Before I sign them away I cock by this 40 and shoot like poof
Now here’s the proof, I’m Super Man in the booth
The Mike Tyson of mics, you cannot handle the truth
Unruly and uncouth, and cold as a front tooth
With an ice cream in your face stay in your place or get moved
Like I’m Luda I do you bad in a second
Can’t compare with my methods my mind is a magnetic weapon So keep relaxing I’m coming back with an axe and a sword
At your front door declaring that we at War

We at war, and that’s exactly how its gonna be, don’t ever let them underestimate you, don’t ever let them
doubt you to the point that you start believing what they say. Don’t ever tell yourself that its actually only you,
because really, its you and everybody else that ever believes you at one time, and you gotta channel all of those
people, all those people into everything that you do, so you can be the face of it, so they can be proud of what you
are doing. Because they gotta believe in it, and so do you. Sycosis Mostly Me II…