CHANT (feat. Tones And I)

They told me that I vanished

They told me that I had it

They told me that I'm gone

I told them, "Don't panic"

When you've done it this long

And you've seen magic

And you know it won't kill you

Even when the whole world doubts it

This is my moment

They can't take my talent

They can't take my stripes

They can't erase my hours

I'm from the underground

Anything above ground is a mountain

I'm done trying to impress anybody

But the heavens where I'm headed

You don't get to hold on to your flowers

I am in my zone, eyes on the throne

20k deep, better pull out your phones

Turning the arena to believers

Everytime I hit the ceiling

Ain't nobody ever touching my show

Look at what we started

Look at where we got to

Almost OD'd that night in the hospital

Wasn't going to die, more life in the arsenal

Got another shot to pull off the impossible

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting for?

I ain't ready to die yet

The pain is where faith is born

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

On my grave, what quote will be etched in?

Never played the game to be a contestant

Never join the league to ride benches

The wins hit different when they don't expect it

Yeah, and they ain't got to like me

Got my own Nikes, no Nike ID

And I ain't trying to stunt, man

But my logo went over the Jumpman

I remember all I had was a bus pass

Selling CDs to make a couple of bucks back

And now I'm up in meetings

And you better believe me

Now that we got the arena

The Sonics making a comeback

I'm not a businessman

I got children, man

I treat my city like it is my fam

Until the residency gets a building man

Think I'm playing about mayor, but that's my plan

You know what 50 thousand feels like?

When you question, "Is this real life?"

The money doesn't buy happiness, that's facts

Until you take what you made and decide to give it back like that

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting for?

I ain't ready to die yet

The pain is where faith is born

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

I was supposed to be a one-hit ringer

Now I got too many rings and not enough fingers

Keep doing my thing, they keep chasing the wave

Thinking that they're going to be the one to outpace age

I must got Mick Jagger DNA

Rolling Stone bags, pre-checked, no TSA

I'll be 78 SM58 in my face

Like, "Who wants to go next?"

Nobody's touching my stage

They head tripping like a b-boy head spinning

I bench press the industry and I deadlift it

It's been written, I been running, it's been a minute

Ben done it, I bet you a hundred that I been winning

The Benz tinted, it's been vintage, yeah, Ben did it

The crib I lived in is like Ben Stiller's

An evening at my house, a night at the museum

Trophies, plaques all over and the view's decent

At the end of the day, it's like "Who needs it?"

Play on player, I got to keep competing

Keep dreaming, won't settle for shit

It isn't sport, it's my life

Run the championship, I'm gone

There's no need to cry for me

I'm a fighter, fighter

You can't take my voice from me

I will rise up, rise up

So what are you waiting for?

I ain't ready to die yet

The pain is where faith is born

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive yet?

Are you alive?

Are you alive?

Are you alive?