[Hook] Eye on the prize Moneys the root of evil, but I'm tryna survive So I stay on my grind, and y'all stay grounded While my whole team continues to climb (climb x3) (Chorus repeats) [Verse 1] - Mod I'm the master of the new cla**, I'm too fast Your dooms cast, as I blow past, as I form raps that project your forcast So pray for me at church cause these tombs got my money most ma** I put on my ghost mask and go straight skeleton Got these girls hearts straight mel-a-tin With the kinda thin melo kid... Record Executive: Hey No one... MOD: Well hello fam, I'm kinda drain can we talk it over in the morning? Record Executive: Hell naw, I think your sh**s raw! MOD: Well thanks. All originals from my think tank And look, you the newest feature on my mixtape, so dont hate what I make Record Executive: Naw, not at all, I can make you a millionaire with one phone call MOD: Keep in mind I'm ahead of my time, defined I read through the lines of what it takes to mother-f**ing shine
So you do yours and I'm a do mine... I'm a climb to the top of this industry With my contraband they know what it takes to succeed... I'm a be the man for centuries [Hook] [Verse 2] - Kiid Scoob I'm just tryna see my dreams cast I need cash, and rehab Cause I'm doper than a weed bag I mean free base, for Pete's sake The Creed's running these tracks like a muthaf**in relay So open up ya ears to what we say Lines will leave ya head spinning like the tables of a DJ Spittin words, that leave third degree burns Putting tracks in urns, verbs hot like perms Yeah, Haters mad I'm sure... Cause I'm the illest hands down like 'somebody get this manicure But don't try to antidote this Dope brew, with the hope few, and y'all just hopeless These labels bidin for ya souls Unless ya lyrics is going over they heads like combs I'm on the road to success with my head lights on Record Executive: So I'm bound to see you shinning Kiid Scoob: You dead right bro... [Hook] x2 ...[Ends]