Verse 1

I - This is life post label, don't say no, kept my ghost attached with both cables/
feeling unwanted, had my guns drawn at, close range,
cloak draped the fun started/, nighttime assassin bright lights a factor
why hide when I write like masters/ nice try, that's when they pat both backs,
mine and bbz's, we got our black rose back/,
label heads gets they asses in they bath robes capped,
leave the murder scene laughing as they have toes tagged/,
that last album we delivered to y'all, almost split us apart,
threw years of friendship in the dark/, turbulent waters for our ship to embark,
fear the map lied, nearly capsized shipment was lost/, had to reroute,
I sat in denial, made a tough decision but we glad to be out/,
I'm searching for that inner silence, instead I find my head is in a grinder
with a dentist drilling violent/ I'm a menace to a binder,
what I meant is I'm a writer and my pen is in a gliding form forever till it dries up/

Hook

Mic check, is this life up yet?,
wake me when it ain't quite so dense,
I'm too scared to leave the covers,
all that noise outside, this anxiety destroys my mind so I chill/,

Mic check, is their rhyme up yet,
afraid not and I'm right on deck,
when this music throw me curveballs the biz be a trained enemey,
I try to seek out some tranquility/

Bridge
Sometimes the cold ain't bad, when you heading on straight to the no-way path/,
sometimes the cold ain't bad, you still figuring shit out & the code ain't cracked/

Verse 2

This is life with no label to make straight bank great from rhymes flows made so..
..mind blowing just to enlighten folks shaded by light made to smight the soul fatal,
Finding ways that i can cake off lines created fine as gold tables with wine that's old aged on ice,
Reading books to learn grind and dope pay all night,
Chain smoking while i design my own lane fo' hours,
Sour, haze and dro power
the mesh that blocks fuckin stress,
Moms drinking more and sis got locked up again,
And this industry sucker just said something so dumb and ugly to get crumbs from my bread,
Money hungry motherfucker just said, "ima leader in the music industrial mess. You wanna hunt with the best?
make a one hit wonder yo, bet"
And I'm thinking why buss for the trends?
That's why i hate these labels, how y'all leaders following runs of the rest?
You coked up leaders(liters) i should mix you with Red RuM and get drunk to your death!
But.. That was the past, and pops died from drinking,
And dirty capitals success surely had em choked yes
and these other 3 labels i got love for yall,
Illadrenaline you was booked winter to fall,
Mic theory had internal issues that im not gon' rap about,
and UGHH put in the towel but now im glad it's out
its all love i understand; when things get real as shit
you take time off so you can deal with it,
grown man shit no rhyme needed
and cash from our hustin,
is getting bbz a ps4 with this dirty capital money..

Hook

Mic check, is this life up yet?,
wake me when it ain't quite so dense,
I'm too scared to leave the covers,
all that noise outside, this anxiety destroys my mind so I chill/,

Mic check, is their rhyme up yet,
afraid not and I'm right on deck,
when this music throw me curveballs the biz be a trained enemey,
I try to seek out some tranquility/

outro

Bridge
Sometimes the cold ain't bad, when you heading on straight to the no-way path/,
sometimes the cold ain't bad, you still figuring shit out & the code ain't cracked/