All of Them

Rose from the mud, now the floor too clean  

Still keep the same circle, cut the fake routine  

They were laughing then, now the tone too mean  

I just laugh back when the check hit clean  

Took a couple loses just to learn the game  

Turned every loss to another lane  

They were chasing clout, I was chasing change  

Now the same ones begging for a seat on the plane  

I don’t do the extras, I just do the work  

Watch the numbers flip like a late night vert  

They were talking hot, now the tone get curt  

I just let the silence do the heavy work  

Came up with the same ones, never switched the code  

Still the first one in, last one to go  

They gon’ try to ride when the wave get old  

But I’m already gone, watch the dust unfold