[Akil]
(No doubt) uh, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
Now my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
Now I'm able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear
My fans cheer, my time is finally here
The past depart the present cause the future is near
Anticipation, magnified my motivation
Direct my energy to touch nations
Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking
I've been waiting for my time to shine
From Catholic school John Mid Junior High
From ??? to rocking at the Good Life
We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip shit on the mic
Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through, uh
The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue

Great expectations, on our committee unified relation
We rebel our rhythm through tribulation
And treble and bass the situation with dedication

[Charli 2na]
Yo, go get your ticket, your seats, snacks, and beverages
While we get wicked all in your brain's cracks and crevaces
Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability
(Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
The proportions better take precaution
While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing