Don't Make Me

No longer young I'm not the same person

The main purpose

Stacking bread, you don't get it if you aint working

The pain lurking underneath the surface

But I don't let that defeat the purpose, I gotta rise up

Now clock in and grind out through that overtime

This is on consignment it's bout time you owe me mine

Your homie blind if he can't see that I'm the only giant

That's bout' to step on his ass when he's so defiant

No replying like I'm Kobe Bryant

I be flying so high in the sky when I'm coming down well I know I'm dying

So I'm trying to be collective with calmness