[Verse One - Lac]

Zero Chill Exhibited,
My Life I'm fuckin' Jugglin',
Everything's a struggle then,
I'll never be a runner-up kid,

But you know I gotta get it in,
Race track, almost out, I'm hustlin',
The necessity to show who the fuck I am,
Never stop spewin' these words from my head,

Perfection? Or the Pleasure of Fame?
Greatness or a Hobby I love today,
Thoughts intrude while I approach the plate,
Debut on the scene, which road do I take?

Pace accelerate, while the fans generate,
Everything else fades, heightened mental state,
Gotta be great, gotta perfect this take,
Lay it down while my heart rate race,

[Verse Two - Lac]

BRAKES, chill, recompose,
Tempo switch, heart rate slow,
Still got hunger, hunt remains,
Always told to stay in my lane,

But fuck that, no preventin' this Venom,
Infectin' my Veins, my Brains been shifted,
Functions limited now to Primal Urge,
I recognize the Enemy, so I must Purge,

On the prowl, foot falls muted,
Landscape observed, Prey tracked ruthless,
Swayin' with the bushes, breath now calm,
Understood my actions, await this storm

[Hook - Lac]
Swayin with the bushes, breath now calm
Swayin with the bushes, breath still calm,
Swayin with the bushes, breath now alarmed
Understood my actions, I brought this storm,

[Verse Three - Lac]
Brazen approach, grab my Prize,
Sink in teeth, endorphins high,
This is how I live my life,
Got artifacts to reflect my stride,

Ditched my pride, man I don't need that,
I just need to focus up on this track,
This path zigged, so now I dig,
I build this route for future kids,

Share my work 'cuz they said I couldn't make it,
So I craft these writtens, to respect my makers,
I grabbed the torch, I'm holdin' on,
Never rest 'til my heart's long gone,

Alone on the plain, but the worlds' my oyster,
Expand my mental since we inquired further,
Demands mutate, the waves sound bleak,
Make my stand for the glory of these,

[Verse Four - Lac]

I understand it, yes now it's clear,
They make the music for different ears,
And eras change with styles we write,
So I express myself like Charles Write,

Nostalgia, make me crave old love,
Gotta make it myself cuz I can't find none,
And I feel like we near the starting gun,
My legs tensin' up and the race begun,

Do I even compete?
Or do I listen while others make it out of these streets?
Cuz so far that's been my main steez,
But I'm slowly amassin' for this outreach,

And Imma turn heads, and Imma break necks,
And Imma speed up these fuckin' jets,
And Imma burn a hole up in these brains,
'Til there's not a single one motherfuckin' thing left,

[Outro - Lac]

I'm blessed, beyond basics,
Insticts' will win while my mind stay pacin',
World'll see, 10 years in the making,
Got my goal, still hunger unsated,

Bracin', for this impact,
I pour over my saga, and I break my back,
Runnin', ain't found reverse yet,
Voice on 11 'til I am laid to rest.

KMWB

Lac