Count up your portion, count up your checks
Either you’re fam or you’re comin’ at my neck
When you gonna freeze with the cool dramatics?
I’m not inspired by your foolish practice
Why do you bullshit? Side up your fence
I’m just a chicken givin’ you the egg
Soon, you’re gonna see that your platform’s wasted
Don’t speak too soon on your doubts you’re making
A big deal out of a little thing
Why should I try to conform to formulated pasts
When clearly all my instincts led to something more magical?
Am I just a number ’cause it seems like that’s your goal