Beg You

Beg You (A Fuck -Remastered)

Never Gets Late Here

Hit & Run

Die For You

[Intro]
"It all starts up top... you dig?" 
"Success ain’t born—it’s built." 
"You either own your mind... or rent it out to fear." 
"Mental... estate... state... of... mind..." 

[Verse 1] 
Success ain't a staircase, it's spiral and steep 
Where the grind never sleeps, it's viral, it seeps 
Into marrow and dreams—sweat’s the serum it feeds 
A hunger forged in the forge, not inherited deeds 
I been scribblin' scripture like scribes in the margins 
Carve a path through the dark with a spark that enlarges 
A parched heart charges, starvin' for the harvest 
While most fold like cards in a hand that's the hardest 
Self-fulfillin' prophecies, pity be the priest 
Preachin' shackles in soliloquies, dinner with the beast 
Feastin' on excuses—menu full of defeat 
While the hustler cookin’ game like it's simmered with deceit 
Mind’s a monastery, monks chant in my cerebellum 
Success is the sermon, but fear is a feral venom 
Doomed is the one who sips doubt in his denim 
While I'm tailored in the truth—fate’s suit, I hem ‘em 

[Hook] 
Mental estate—build a palace or a prison 
It's a vision, not a visit, either winnin’ or you wishin' 
No permission needed when the mission’s in your soul 
Hustle’s in the code—let the universe unfold 
Mental estate—don't lease to the lies 
You a tenant of the truth or a landlord of disguise? 
Work in your hands, wealth in your spine 
Success is a state of mind—read the signs 

[Verse 2] 
Some say “system rigged,” I say “rig your system” 
Rewire your rhythms, re-script the algorithm 
Don’t wait on a miracle, become the mystic 
Turn pain into parables, scars into logistics 
They claim they're stuck in cycles, but that wheel ain't divine 
It's just a mental treadmill that they step on by design 
Talkin’ 'bout “ain’t fair,” but life's a crooked line 
You either bend with the angles or break before your time 
I got a plot twist: your loss list ain't your legacy 
Unless you press it in wax like a fatalist recipe 
Destiny’s a recipe, cooked with no measurements 
Just heat, patience, and a taste for irreverence 
Ain’t no cheat code, just cheat meals in between 
Feastin’ on the struggle with a silver-tongue gleam 
The dream ain't a scene—it's a scheme with a seam 
You stitch it with persistence and a glitch in the machine 

[Hook] 
Mental estate—build a palace or a prison 
It's a vision, not a visit, either winnin’ or you wishin' 
No permission needed when the mission’s in your soul 
Hustle’s in the code—let the universe unfold 
Mental estate—don't lease to the lies 
You a tenant of the truth or a landlord of disguise? 
Work in your hands, wealth in your spine 
Success is a state of mind—read the signs 

[Bridge] 
They want the fruit but won’t plow the field 
Want the yield without the toil or the steel 
Every loss ain’t a lesson 'til you peel 
Back the pain and find the gold in what's real 
Mental is the metal, pressure is the mold 
You either break or you bold, either quake or you cold 
Either wait or you roll, fate is sold 
To the bidder with belief, not the bitter with the fold 

[Verse 3] 
Yo, caught 'em trapped in a maze made of mirrors and maybes 
Mindset cloudy, forecast full of maybes 
I meditate daily, calibrate bravely 
Cut excuses with truth—katana blades from the 80s 
Made peace with my demons, now they guard the gate 
Turned grief to graffiti—sprayed art from the hate 
From the dark came the spark, from the spark came fate 
Now I harvest the karma like a farmer of faith 
Ain’t no victim in my veins, no chains in my chest 
Only lessons in the losses, only flames in the test 
When the rest hit snooze, I was up in the booth 
Mixin’ failure with fuel, makin’ pain into proof 

[Hook Repeats] 


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