La, la, la la wait till I get my training right… I had a dream I could climb V11, when I awoke, I finally sent a 7, I told the proj I’ll be back in a second, hard to walk away when the rock beckons, and niggas nowadays catch sodium because I’m on the podium at setting symposiums, I’m under pressure, wanna live sucker-free, so what I do? Keep on suffering… …called Power Company, looking for a strength program that’ll humble me, four days on, one recovery, I try to boulder, but there’s chuffers running under me… I’ll show up to your comp, open-handed with the same pink 14.4 as Louie Anderson, let me know if your setters can’t handle it… set the skeleton, tighten, then hammer in… (Chorus) La, la, la la wait till I get my training right… La, la, la la then you can’t tell me nothing, right… Excuse me - was you saying something?? Uh uh - you can’t tell me nothing… (ha-ha!) you can’t tell me nothing… uh uh - you can’t tell me nothing…

It’s boulder season, so while you niggas in the gym cobra squeezing, I’m peeping the route you was projecting, trying to knock it out in my first attempt, get my beta and lock it in, visualize all the other routes I sent, a climber in his prime like Optimus, and these niggas just jealous they the opposite, mad at the way your boy caught the pinch, like “damn, he ain’t even use the pocket dish, man his ape index probably long as shit, ain’t this a bitch - yo, he’s walking it - he went to the crux hold, started chalking it, the next time I looked up, he was topping it” - huh? ON SIGHT… ON SIGHT… How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now before you give it up… How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now before I give it up…

(Pre-Chorus) If one more parent try to stop me, it’s gonna be some real ass niggas in the lobby, yeah, yeah (Chorus) [You don’t want no problem - boulder problem with me, you don’t want no problem - boulder problem with me, just the other day, had to work another 8, yo, anytime I ride up in the gym, they be like “there he go,”] (x2) Nigga, I be rocking while you pouting in the back, if you bail out, best believe I’ll add a piece onto my rack, WHOO heading down to Jackson Falls with Angie in my lap, if you missed that we been dating, shoulda never took a nap, yeah! y’all couldn’t understand the shit that’s going in my mind, just cause I like to boulder don’t mean I won’t send your line, don’t look back, F.A. - I took that, rolling with the crew, tighter than a high hand-foot match, no pretender, keep it centered, white people mad because I use the n-word, but one more parent try to stop me, it’s gonna be some male juniors waiting in the lobby, yeah, yeah, (Chorus) [O-Dub’s verse] (Chorus) Iron Man like Stark, Superman like Clark - underdog with a problem, so that man might bark, these ballers ain’t even up in your man’s ballpark, I’m writing down what they quoting - that is my main hallmark, on my rack, I’m surrounded by different metals like Mark Wahlberg in the Transformer movies, sport climbing groupies, all wanna do me - sue me, I’m a mysterious machine that’s so groovy, and all you climbing amateurs out here fucking the planet up, your cup runneth over, you need to empty your canister, cause I'm a manager - far from amateur - little nigga run the game of thrones…Tyrion Lannister... you fuck niggas know it’s the biz, never let my foot pop, never closing my crimps and once you see my hands start closing over the pinch, you know a nigga can’t stop until I’m holding the ends, got fam in DC that’ll mess up your place, and they stay near ET like they living in space, if grades what you wanna chase, you gonna get last place, cause you don’t want no boulder problem - get the fuck out my face!

Seen my girl in the gym, with some new Prana on her, I don’t mean to dishonor, but want to bite like piranha, cause she got the fattest ass in the town, y’all; them patterned yoga pants got me talking to my dick like "down dog”… New clothes, and they got me in shape, copped the Zioneer pants, now I’m dropping this weight, my suppliers come from out of the state, so it gets here when it gets here, but I’m tired of this wait, new Sodom and Gomorrah, with the kama and sutra I’m the new Prana, and baby, what’s in my sutras will suit ya - the first nigga rocking threads with the life force logo you niggas stuck in ’05, rocking white sport polos, on a 5.4 solo, with some bitches in Brions, hangers hanging from my pants, like I’m hammering pitons, then I’ll hammer out the tension with my oujai breath on my mat, so I can then decide what new line’s next, Prana! (Break) I got draws in Atlanta, National Championship, sipping Fanta climbing hard, taking banners, you niggas all talking shit, you can’t stand us, we building our brand up, no dishonor, the nigga the man - yep! - to be honest, you niggas can’t handle, prima donna you don’t understand us, wearing Prana, but watch… the people all stopping and stare, the rappers all talk about Prada, no matter what y’all niggas wear, can’t fuck with the americana, like I’m Maui from Moana, all I need is a hook and you’re goner, making bread like I’m hanging with Donna, (Donna really likes to bake - she’s good at it) slim, standard or skinny; girl - the pants is stretchy the brand is stronger than Pepsi, and the demand is heavy - my hands is tougher than Pesci, neither hand is fleshy, strong enough to send Deception, but the landing’s sketchy, Headbands and yoga pants; the fashion the coldest, and it helps me to slap slopers with the force of Yoda’s hands, helped me turn bitter into sweet like coca plants, rolling with some real crushers, marching like soldier ants…

I’m so alt-rap - bitch, get off that, smell the Friction Labs when I shake my chalk bag… your 12’s missing an X, nigga, my beta’s right, yours Michigan left, the common theme is we both got a scheme… …only my way is the best, it’s only one rock, and it’s only one spot, so it’s only one king get to stand on this top, that’s me - Dub D, overlord, DNR come, stash going on the floor… …the reason that you hating me is evident, ain’t climbed in a while - you irrelevant… don’t let your head get you settled in… might put the lead to you, Zeppelin! BALLERS, I put boulders on the boards, hard to keep tally on the points that I’ve scored, bout to hop up on the Wave - get a board (aboard), in some top-notch shoes that you niggas can’t afford, Hi-Angles fitting like high-tops - niggas on the sidewalk all seeing red like Cyclops, “Desséchement Planétaire” with the dry chalk, 2013 Sharma leaping from the ninth draw, BALLERS, I put boulders on the boards… BALLERS, I put boulders on the boards… (Motherfuckers can’t rhyme no more, bout crime no more…) niggas working V5, never climbed no 4, now they wanna wonder why the style so cold, ever since a nigga said his first rhyme in ’04, came a long way from trying to die on the floor in the car, thinking bout the suicides, no doors, now I’m thinking bout getting high up on "The Force," rhymes spread like disease, so my mind is a Borg’s… BALLERS, never seen me get gone, Gambino flow, with the voice of Big Sean, cash steady coming quick-fast - Audubon, guess your last living fans lived on Alderaan, can’t my stop my drop, even with an auto-block backed up with a stopper knot - y’all gotta watch… solar green 5.10’s shine in the night, a whole new meaning to the phrase “my Kryptonite,” GOD… BALLERS, I put boulders on the boards… BALLERS, I put boulders on the boards…

So I climb so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me…ain’t no surprise, though, see me at the crag, I’m warming up with my eyes closed, see me at Muscatatuck, cleaning it up like Pinesol or leaving with some bad-ass kids straight out of ISO, we proving you wrong, people groove to this song, your girlfriend saw I was here, now she removing her thong, niggas crowding up my space, I tell them “move it along,” your homies hang, cause they know me and the crew getting strong, flashing everything like a hooker that is a looker, I’m cut like a butcher handed me to the cooker, my boy just got on Snooker…yeah, we Bad Boys, so “we were wondering if we could borrow some brown sugar?” Don’t be alarmed - we are negroes, expected to be shooting free throws, but we on V4’s, no disrespect to D. Rose, but I’m more like D. Woods, in these woods, my technique look like I’m climbing with cheat codes Nigga, you ain’t doing better at all, your girl wanna climb with me cause I can set up the draws, but she forever 21 like we met at the mall, and I don’t even like ropes, but I like metal guitar, dog - I ain’t never had a black flag, but my back flag is that rad, that shit should be trending with a hashtag, bag back - send it, then I mash that candy in my knapsack; going hard while you niggas at half-mast… I’m a don, I’m a don, I’m a don, eating free Yats, either that or some Jimmy John’s, burn this and you getting stoned, call it Quran, so take a quick-fast hit, then pass it like batons - always on…(so) while you at the gym tossing wobblers, I’m at the crib, saucing cobblers with some bourbon in my vase like a boss, looking like I hit menopause hard wearing some older-than-fossil garments, boy! I don’t give a fuck what y’all think, sipping Ale-8 - don’t give a fuck what y’all drink, I’m just trying to send Skywalker before 30 - I’ll top your project, and won’t even get my clothes dirty! HUH (I don’t even know what that means…)

I don’t believe in flexing arms, but I believe that setting’s hard, they broke beta by crimping sharp jibs, even though that way is the hardest, y’all niggas think y’all climb hard shit, but on real hard shit, you can’t skip holds like y’all did…on a sequence so simple, straight from the cave, near your favorite gym ho, and their pick-up lines are so cheesy, man, why can’t my life be that easy? good girl, but always acting so sleazy when she see the strong ones, her heart goes queasy, I tried to tell her bout proper sloping, then some bro campused up the whole thing… really, nigga?? I’ll never get that, I hate these niggas more than the gym rats… (Chorus) As I recall, I know you love to show off, but I never thought that you would take it this far, what do I know…(flashing 5’s) doing dynos…(flashing 5’s) no… Look what y’all do to me, I climb beautifully, y’all climb brutally, footwork super weak, act so stupidly, say you climbing V8, only got two or three… and if somebody woulda told me that I would start fronting though, yo, I wouldn’t wanna know… if somebody woulda told me a year ago, 6’s’ll get this difficult, feeling like the Red in off season… like Ondra with no screaming… like a trip with no leading, block out every top-out - I still see them, till I pass, every boulder problem to the last, where my strength could not cheat them, I’m just saying, we all have a wall eventually, you can’t do it all without technique… (Chorus) [x2]

On the baseline, bumping "Basshead," Hi-Angles signed by J. Webb, used to wear Defy’s when I came up out the basement, now I’m on the rise while you niggas on the pavement, body like a caveman, doing my beta dance, guess I’m something like a rock-climber Rain Man, niggas say I’m broke, I’m like “hey, man, I’m just a baller with a budget in some Ale-8 Fraybans,” got news, stay plotting my bread, too, the music Alex Honnold stayed nodding his head to in the Access Fund ad; me and O-Dub did our thing, haters on the page saying it was something bad, old heads need to wake out your beds, take out your hearing aids, shake out your dreads, climbing rap’s here to stay, nigga - face it, I said I’m going full Monty Python - bring out your dead, find me, with my hood up; hit them up - rawhide, sorry, guys - I’m writing a Starry Night, wearing khakis like a safari guide - throwback snapback a blast from the past like Marty Fly - known as the party guy, so when I get there, it’s party time, but I ain’t selling Mad Rock like REI, nigga, I’m a superstar, still so starry-eyed, the neighborhood Free-Moving Curtis, but my Barbie white, call her Angie, she likes Amstel, that’s the first beer we found she can stand - well, I can’t tell…giving her heaven, give your man hell, offer my haters a job opening fan mail, if you can’t tell, man, this man sells… I’m on the rig, and I’ve got past the crux, so I can’t bail, souped-up shoes, like I’m pushing Campbell, I play the game everywhere that I go like it’s handheld - damn! (Chorus) I’m the only nigga get the proj done, I don’t know a nigga that can do it for me, Stay down, putting up routes - anytime I set it for the Instagram, it’s most likely gonna be a V3, a V3… climb slow, making it look easy, a V3, a V3, I know I’m good, don’t gotta believe me, nigga Keep it 100 like a health bar before the last stage of a game’s farewell boss, get ready, take aim, wish you well, dog, hell no - they gone to heaven - by the way, got a seven, now my new goal is V9 by the next springtime…I’ma get it, but in the meantime, I b-line, making lyrics that make you rewind, and this is just the shit I’m doing in my free time, imagine if I really buckled down on the skills underground, quit doing the runaround, came with the thundercloud, find these rappers family trees, cut them down, and doubled down…you niggas really be in trouble now! Cause no offense, but you couldn’t beat the Based God in a rap battle, so don’t quit your day job! Hey y’all, haters - how could I hate y’all, you only hate cause you cannot relate, dog, y’all want a trap queen, I got a crag queen, also a frap queen, she love this rap thing, we both stay packing, trips we are racking, sends we are stacking, shit you are lacking, you ain’t seen hands pinch like this, hon, yeah, you got a man but, he ain’t this one! Throwing open hands for the crimp and stick, son - I’m the motherfucking man, girl - I get shit done! Suitcase, I been living out a suitcase four days - snapback OBEY, every day a new place - give a fuck about what you say, motherfuckers know it's over when I do Drake, yeah, Etta James - it's a new day, new age, new Bane when I do things, today, fuck that - I'm Bruce Wayne, feeling like I took a shower in some toothpaste, dog, Padme is the boo thang, trying to get her top off like a toupee, used to hit him up and bolt like Usain, now the bitches wanna catch me like a bouquet, goddamn, it's Tuesday - need a new chain, switch them motherfuckers up every two days, yeah, nigga - it’s a new day, and your favorite rappers’ all middle aged like the crusades…

A nigga started climbing - years ago, from the gutter, now I’m thriving; appears so witless, now they witness, climbing fitness, rap business, putting records in the Guinness, sipping Guinness…don't do obstacles, anything I want to do possible, ripping arms out of socket, Chewbacca flow, channel Bach, Papa Doc and Tupac at shows, stop at the proj, a through cross and pull, set up shop at the top, with new stops and bolts, put a bock on the rocks, then do shots and pulls, put a glock in your top if you rob the home… this whole affair is so not the vision if you must know, my flow cold start to finish, got a shitload of peers who show up with quickness and a fistful of steel to sew up the splitters and we acting so reckless, sends on our checklist - a chain of Neutrinos - my Black Diamond necklace I climb like a pro, you climb like you’re legless, your crew calls for takes, my homeboys are headless - their hollow is restless, sleepy and breathless, check this…I’m coming! (Kick in the door, sending the V4, all you heard was ‘Devin, don’t climb it no more!’) [x4]

A vision that is ambitious, sport rack, local crag so vicious, and I don’t have to go to Bishop to show up and show off my Jedi Mind Tricks, …and it ain’t about ecology, it’s about stimulating the economy, …it’s about that persona, ain’t nothing like a man who can climb what he wanna, could probably do the hardest thing here in a coma, you seen him crimp, sick as ebola, Link the moves, rolled up on Epona, flashed your proj, then fucked up your corner, they say this the reality, climbing hard is the key to immortality, so when we finally see the sport’s fatality, you can blame me for the mentality… (1st Chorus) I can send what I wanna send, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, I can climb harder than you can, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I send all your prospects, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I warm up on your project, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, Hashtag “everyday I’m climbing,” do a post, wait for the perfect timing, …make sure everybody like it, so I can let them know the life that I’m living priceless, tell them all about the trip to Slovenia I booked through Expedia via social media, everything I want is immediate, a nigga on fire, and I still keep heating up, looking forward to when I on-sight V6, dirty look, hair like Jesus, make sure the climbers walking by see this, and fuck y’all niggas calling me elitist, climbing’s always been an elitist sport from the beginning, but you act like we the ones, that started out only glorifying hard sends, I heard “chuffer” way before I even knew what it meant, so… (2nd Chorus) if I call you a chuffer, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, If I make fun of gumbies, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I say 5.10’s not hard, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I brag about flashing “Far from God,” ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, I’m just doing what the world taught me, since day one, training hard like Rocky, I got pebbles that I wanna wrestle, competitions to win, get a couple medals, I ain’t trying to brush holds, if you must know, that’s what I got grunts for… these niggas thinking they got the gusto, act all robust but ain’t got the muscle, I’m a great climber, and my stats prove it, V12 this year, better than that loser, know how to get here, but y’all map users, I drink shit beer and bump rap music… my climbing life is a fantasy, it could be you if you had as strong hands as me, all these new climbers fucking up the planet, see, but since I climb so hard, I get amnesty… (3rd Chorus) If I campus the snake, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I don't play it safe, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I do dumb shit, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I blow the second clip, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I somehow pop my A5 ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I trash Roadside ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I pull a kill rock ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it, if I blowtorch the proj, ain’t nothing to it, Rock and Ice made me do it,

(My Scarpa’s) go to climbing gyms, and bouldering fields near where I live, went to Rocktown down in GA, and they didn’t pop once off a V8! That’s XS2 on the VSR’s soft, but still, man, that shit goes hard, no lunch money, cause I rather would starve, so that I can use the pro-deal coming this March, one pair Dragos, one pair slip’s, them Instinct S’s, that’s my shit, I’m black, friendly, set cool V3’s, we would make a good team, yeah - Scarpa and me, [My Scarpas] (x3) No other shoe feels good, no J’s on my feet, rolling through in my hood, people think I’m lying for some deal, but this my favorite brand for real, Butoras too tight, Sportivas too loose, Hi-Angle’s nice, but they turn my feet blue, Evolv’s alright, but to tell you the truth, never used them outside harder than a V2, but with my Scarpa’s, the good don’t stop, the sends don’t end, and my foot don’t pop, so when you really wanna climb hard for real, these Scarpa’s going hard as steel, (Chorus) (Niggas say they) found something new, better than the brand I use worth the queue, that’s cool - then prove it, but if everybody had to tell the truth and they had to pick a shoe climbing better than your boy’s, can’t do it; I mean, it work inside, outside, gym to crag, always gotta a fresh pair in the bag, hella tight - do it right, man I know it’s rad when there’s red, white, and green stripes on the flag, They stay with my favorite approach shoe, likely on my feet when I approach you, so if you see me on the ‘Gram in a tight backflag, probably gonna see that Scarpa hashtag - my Scarpas…

Take my shirt off, go near the hot girls, wait until they watch, climb a hard route, campus boulders, never read routes, skip cruxes, promote bad beta, hit on Sasha, get rejected, swallow sadness, do some ab-lifts, spray some more beta, never climbed the route, find a 5.12, hang-dog it, say it wasn’t hard, find a 13, that shit’ll go for sure, way fucking harder, try to skip the crux, way off-route, (oh fuck, man - I can’t fucking do it, shit…) pussy out, take a massive whip, harness at Miguel’s, never pay for camping, buy some T-shirts, pepperoni pizza, talk about the 12, say I sent it, go back to the route, with some stronger climbers, to prove that I sent it, even though I didn’t, try to top it out, ask them if they’ll finish, blow the second clip, now I’m dead…

Setting game had they ass blowing me up, route setting game had they ass texting me up, (Chorus) I got the moves, I’m up at Moves, I’m making moves, you gotta move, I made a big move, I made a crimpy move, I make the city move, I make the city move, I’m up at Moves, climbing the moves, you fell at that move? I made that move, she made that back move, I made a pinch move, I make the city move, I make the city move, Give me the drill - I’ll hammer at it, with small feet, so the moves is static, I took a break to get a pack of traveling mid-November, now I’m back in action, I stay perfect - never out of practice, do a lot of climbing, and a lot of rapping, lot of pinching and a lot of slapping, seen the competition…hm - not a challenge, I lean, I groove, I slide into this bitch, packed out, but I can count on one hand who I would climb with in this bitch, kids from IU in this bitch - wannabe paralegals, on a clipping hold that is very legal but they giving slack that is barely legal - okay! You can find me wearing tight shoes, surrounded by white dudes, I’m the black Tom Cruise - I made all the right moves by twos, on my ARC, hat made with bright hues, if you wanna climb against me, know that you might lose, I say fuck all you niggas man, all of you know that I’m hotter than cinnamon, running on that pure adrenaline, killing you like a carcinogen, this is legitimate, cover bases like Dominicans, the only equivalent to my status is the Wimbledon, y’all are some simpletons, common law-abiding citizens, and I’m really not that innocent, dog!

Sipping wine on ice cause I’m nasty like that, and it’s 9-dollar wine cause I’m classy like that; if you place me on the spot, I’ma place a red dot on that Crimson Trace foolery - shout them out in the eulogy - as you can see, cruising so elegantly and beautifully… you can tell that climbing ain’t nothing new to me, truthfully, niggas have no idea the scrutiny they do to me, build a Moonboard out of the lunacy, in college, acted stupidly - legendary jubilees - a mutiny in unity - nudity in gratuity… Take two of these and show me how that beta go, hanging in a shaded zone, tying to a braided rope, I’m on a route that’s graded low…sorry, but I may disclose beta - you can hate us, but you can’t deny we made it, though! If I say I wanna send it, then I’ll make it go, no acquittal or remittal, and my case is closed… cause I’m rolling with the OG’s from OP that know me from back when I climbed with no feet, they smoke weed, and they stay air-ride equipped, like they in Solarium, no need to be scared of them, if you’re new to the area, they’ll get you so high, you’ll think everything is hilarious, have you staring up like you’re stuck in a planetarium, Feeling colossal like dinosaurian fossils, known for ignoring models, exploring the latest consoles - also, I’m a nice man, I read graphic novels, and my nightstand, is full of Ale-8 bottles… Motherfucker, so ill (soILL)… This one for my niggas in the Meadows, that only bump rap, but still got heavy metal, and be making guns clap, my people are instrumentals, push it down like thumbtack when they creep through your residential, peeping outside your window, even got a direction, the shit I’m dropping is scary as climbing with no protection, Onaga with the deception, a god and a lethal weapon, go hard and I keep it moving like driving with an erection, album is so suspenseful; dropping it December, I’m copping it for assuaging that throbbing inside my temple… million on the millipede, feeling the, wheeling, dealing, healing and killing building my villainy - I’m ill and penicillin is still instilled in my synergy, appealing to civilians - lord willing, with Bill and Hilary, my car’ll go far, yo - sorry, your man’s is worn out like Carlos’s Mario pants, but listen girl, I swear to God, if I father your kids, they’ll be the son of a don like Dario is - I’m talking Miguel’s - I prevail, you choked out, I’m Spreewell, my album up for pre-sale, you niggas getting re-jailed, so take back your Evolv’s…if they box them up for resale, just put my name on them, and they’ll double in retail…

Black hands, covered in White Gold, only thing you can see if the lights go, technique maestro, teach it with my eyes closed, set with nice holds, drink Ale-8 ice-cold, get it while the price low, climb quite slow, great on purpose, you do it on a dice throw, oh, you got a V10? Yeah that’s nice, bro, but amidst the sending regime, I am a white rose, something you might know: don’t do grade chases, but I like setting goals, with due paces, I had Shamans ‘fore you had shoelaces, this new generation full of new racers, get it all so fast, and never earn places, now all of a sudden, they think they can replace us… think a black man can’t shine, well, wait till you see me put down V9, give me one more year and it’ll be my time, you only get one shot - cannot rewind… people get in line just to see my grind, you know it’s real cause I climb how I think I climb… [Ronin.FM's verse]

Damn, it feels good to be a climber, a real climbing-ass nigga say the same thing, a real climbing-ass nigga never runs his fucking mouth cause real climbing-ass niggas aren’t spray queens, and gumbies always gotta grade chase, bragging on their latest hard problem, but real climbing-ass niggas don’t talk sends, cause real climbing-ass niggas know they got them, and everything is dope in the mind of a climber, cause climbing-ass niggas stay carefree stay hanging outside as long as they’re free and walk around anywhere in their bare feet, so all I gotta say to you wannabe, gonna be, route-chuffing, foot-popping whiners, when the jugs disappear, what the fuck you gonna do? Damn, it feels good to be a climber… [Ronin.FM's verse] Damn, it feels good to be a climber, I mean, one with a gangster-ass flow, stay riding through your town on 65 South on my way to the Red River Gorge, even though this way is slower, the highway is tore up, I gotta stop at Nulu and toil, finna set couple problems, then dipping out Dodge for some jumbo chicken tenders up at Royal’s, real climbing ass niggas don’t talk much, all you hear is the slap when they hit slopes, and real climbing-ass niggas can’t crimp for shit, cause real climbing-ass niggas don’t crimp closed, so all I gotta say to you wannabe, gonna be, A2-popping sidewinders, when you hear that sound, yeah you know it’s going down, Damn, it feels good to be a climber… [Ronin.FM's verse]

(Chorus) Thank the proj for all the setbacks, the struggle’s the only reason I get that, this feel like my boulder problem jetpack, feel like I tried it all and finally got blessed back - woah… feel like I tried it all and finally got blessed back, this feel like my boulder problem jetpack… This the confidence I been missing a few days, sky clearer than HD on Blu-Ray, this feel like I’m headed to a practice on a Tuesday, to work on the boulder problem with blue tape, work moves till my fingertips bleed through, this feel like my very first V2 - we too equal, weapons and we lethal, working out our sequence, painting on the easel, so funny - I think of you and I boast, people carry the least the thing I needed the most, that genuine love for feeling like both my arms were toast, that passion turned into teaching, teaching turned to coach - woah, I thought I had it all, but I want more… I wish I had a picture at the front door of us right before we went on a climbing tour, forgetting all the stresses that ever happened before, you taught to me remember why I started climbing, similar to what happened to make me work on my rhyming, timing was so divine, I’m priming for the sublime, aligning all of my findings, and trying never to whine, in time, turn my pining to flying, dining and wine, and bring up my baseline, V5 to 8, 9… you the reason that I started coming on the weekends, fast-forward, we outdoors in sending season, now I reminisce when I get set back, determination the reason I’d get that, wishing I could Flashpoint, so I could jet back to my all-time-low self and throw me a jetpack, if only I really could - man, I could get back all them years spent depressed and being set back, you told the way to the greatness was never exact, and anytime I stalled, you said it was only jet lag, you was right, I had to learn for myself, I guess there came a time to play the hand I was dealt, I hope this song shows I appreciated your help hope that angels will take care of you till I see you myself… (Bridge) Pray… so many times, I prayed for you, I threw up prayers for you, praise… for all of the times that you prayed for me, all the nights you stayed by me… (Chorus)

Real life… I needed just a taste of that V9, I hated when I faked it - want that real line, I never wanna waste my time… So long… you made a nigga work this route for so long, I waited till my fingers popped - I’m so strong, it made me elevate my pride… (Vamp) If you want it…you can’t have it… if you need it…you can’t get it… If you want it…you can’t have it… (Chorus) Now stay woke…niggas chasing, they gonna find you…gonna catch you racing… Now stay woke…niggas chasing, don’t you close your eyes… I work out every Wednesday… trying to get that Hayden Hodge body, lo-cal is my intake… grilled chicken over basmati, you would hardly believe your own retina, slicker than diabase at Mount Gretna, going hard as Seneca when I’m in the cut, my mind’s there, the body is steady catching up, I'm a mean model with a Clean Bottle, please swallow and close your eyes, they said that 25 was when I was supposed to die, so me and Hova celebrating our post demise - still want me to rap about hood living in fear, y’all? But I ain't lived in the hood for 10 years, dog, been doing it pretty good - that’s sincere, but I stay woke… (Chorus)

(Chorus) [You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up on a 5, on a 5, on a 5, got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside, fight me outside, fight me outside] (x2) [I just grip my bands and cuff my pants, and crimp my fingers with my hands] (x4) Why all these young niggas wanna climb hard, never see them at the gym, only see them at the bar? Ask Los - I been here since the start, worked up from the bottom, now my crimps getting sharp, got juice, Fruitopia…I’m in the booth, spitting truth like Yoda does, setting routes, make them dope like Questlove; I’m the best, but, always understand the younger ones steady next up, I’m killing rap shit, like it’s white and I’m OJ, you claim to make hits, but your shit is only okay, I could’ve bought a vest, but I hang board with no weight, cause copying off of y’all weak niggas is a no-way, days off, no day, snapback Obey, I don’t like hate - avoid the bullshit, olé! they see my altitude and copped an attitude, (they say there’s attitude under the platitude) but I’m a nice-ass nigga - what you niggas mad at me for?? (Chorus) (Bridge) [Beta dance, DD - beta dance] (x8) [onechaintwobinerz’s Verse] (Chorus & Bridge)

Mirror mirror, on the wall - tell me, mirror, what is wrong? Could it be I’m craving rest or is it just my ape index? My work ethic, I believe, is the reason I can strive, but when comes to being better, it’s V3, V4, V5… (Chorus) It’s V3, V4, V5…(x3) Now you tease my climbing style, and my climbing preferences, you say that Devin is a chuffer, but you know I represent! Niggas never learn their lesson, but they know they can’t deny, when it’s time for real progression, it’s V3, V4, V5… (Chorus) (Bridge) Proud - I’m proud of what I am! Rhymes I spit, the DD type, please, oh please - let DD be himself - not what you read or write, half you people sending 6’s never had to project it, knowledge surely is the blessing - I was not the strongest kid, but I would tape, climb, and repeat, till I got that perfect try, but even then, it’s not complete till on V3, V4, V5… (Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelu - for that Tape.CLIMB.Repeat 2, music that’s solidified with some relatable lines, people think they diss my person by stating I don’t sell crack, I know this, so I point at myself, and I say “drugs are wack,” mirror mirror, on the wall - shovel chuffers in my path, I stay on the up-and-up, don’t get caught in the aftermath, but if I do, I keep my mouth shut, only think it in my mind, that they never made a solid base, of 3’s, then 4’s, then 5’s… (Chorus) (Bridge)

Man I go to work - true winner, on the list, y’all niggas dead center, looking for my girl? Just missed her - went to Quack Daddy, then I took her down with my timber, half dozen donuts - call it dinner, carb load, hibernating in the winter, pay a visit to my niggas out in Denver, tell them bout in DC, Duck Donuts - they deliver! Quack Daddy back in Indy, that shit is the defender, all them other donuts places are pretenders, got me headed overseas on a bender, for beignets out in Paris - now I'm gone till November… one dollar, six dimes for a donut… fill out a sheet at the beginning, get it custom, Quack Daddy going hard in this bitch, shout to Bryan and Lisa - man, they started this shit! (Chorus) Getting sunspots, with the trad daddies, bitch, I go to work, eat my Quack Daddy, topping on the proj, now I’m plenty happy, bitch, I celebrate, get my Quack Daddy [Quack Daddy] (x8) Y’all too weak, I’m too strong, motherfucking ape king, Sun Wukong, me and the girl heading southwest - Tucson, trying to get her top half-off like a coupon, niggas don’t know what to do with this, rhyming atop of the wall, on some foolish shit, Apple Fritter’s French cruller’s legit, but Quack Daddy Donuts higher on my list, I travel all around the country, spending all my money, eat a half a dozen, even when I’m not hungry, gotta find out where the best at - the next acting phony, notepad around my chest, ask the desk testimony (pick your flavors) hell yeah - ain’t no point in refusing, blueberry with the lemon - that’s a perfect fusion… got me mad at my homeboy choosing strawberry and cinnamon?? What the fuck you doing… (Chorus) Been a couple months since my last fix… got another flavor that I wanna mix… donuts, make a nigga go nuts, eat until I throw up - so what? Bottom line, niggas know that I am El Cap like Yosemite and these donuts on fire like a chimney putting carbs into me, giving me energy, and I’m still everything you pretend to be, and that’s at a minimum, I stay getting them, these pastry supplies stay limited, hot like cinnamon, one stop shop up in Pendleton, royal like Middletons, ten-out-of- ten, got me picking up the pen again, bought a baker’s dozen, and I finished it - got no discipline, hope y’all are listening to this christening, the best donuts in the state - it ain’t no equivalent… (Chorus)