[Intro] Yeah, okay

[Verse 1] I see all of this shit that got rad in it
Been up in my bag, you niggas just bad business
Pen up in my pad, I probably patent it
'Cause niggas keeping tabs, I keep it a tad different
Present need the future, my nigga, I'm past gifted
This is everything I earned, it wasn't no accident
Lord Killa but no it wasn't no sacrilege
Born sinner but it's no big deal, it's happening
Yeah, murder he wrote
For every girl that ever fucked me up, make sure to be ghost
Y'all niggas lucky, every one of y'all that heard of me know
Y'all people early to a party that was certain to grow
I'm back on my BS
People who wouldn't even talk to me now wanna be us
Know that we 'bout to get our motherfucking shot to be up
'Cause if you think the world ain't radical you gotta be nuts, yeah

[Chorus] I'm awake, even though it's late
But it feels so good (Yeah, so good to be here)
So good (Feels so good to be here, yeah)
And lately I've been feeling great and it feels so good (So good)
So good (Feels so good to be here)

[Verse 2] Who let the dogs out? (Who?)
Everybody bitchin' bitchin', you need to calm down
Tryna get your wrong opinion on how the song sounds
'Cause people love to talk instead of leaving they mom house
Word on the street, these niggas concerned because they heard I was heat
Heard I was burning like a furnace doing hundred degrees
And I'm a burden, niggas hurt because they sure I was sleep
Word to my mama, boy, I knew that I would turn out a beast
Preach, sheesh, can't let your weapon stand
You don't want no smokin', boy you don't want no secondhand
Niggas watching for me every second like second hands
Know my time is coming, I ain't coming in second, fam
Gotta be first, gotta be certain that your quality works
Gotta be confident 'cause I don't think that modesty works
Y'all with these politics while I be tryna polish each verse
And put my life into this shit until my trauma reverse, yeah

[Verse 3] People hate when you level up
Just part of the story and I know 'cause I'm several up
Never let the dust settle, I keep the pedal clutched
Gearing up for war and aiming at you, you better duck
Learn to face the shots I'm sending straight to your neck and up
This shit take me an hour and you niggas take seven months
And I'm only setting up, you really been fed enough
You stand in the presence of the Killa
Ain't no next time to give you some better luck, yeah yeah