Price of the Finish Line

Intro

(Yeah)

(Six)

(Look)

Verse 1

4 AM at the Hazelton, espresso in the cup

I remember when the balance used to keep me waking up

Now the balance keep me up because I'm scared to lose the grip

I just sent a wire transfer from the runway on the strip

They see the jet taking off, they don't see the turbulence

They see the commas on the paper, they don't see the nervousness

Accountant calling from Geneva, numbers looking ridiculous

I had to cut the circle down, everybody too conspicuous

Used to have the Goyard backpack full of loose plans

Now I'm sitting in the boardroom shaking a thousand hands

Trying to figure out who really got my back in the room

And who just waiting for a chance to sweep me up with a broom

(Yeah, sweep it all under the rug)

(It's crazy how they switch)

Chorus

Everybody want the finish line, nobody want the sprint

I been running through the city till I'm out of my element

Putting twenty on the table, tell the dealer let it ride

They just see the penthouse, they don't know what's inside

(Just an empty room and a lot of paranoia)

Hustling ain't a posture, baby, it's a lack of sleep

Selling off your twenties for a promise you can't keep

(Yeah, a promise you can't keep)

Verse 2

She asking what my love language is, I told her it's the master plan

I can't be sitting at a brunch pretending I'm a regular man

My phone on DND but the screen still lighting up

Deals closing in different time zones, I don't even interject

You boys doing podcasts talking 'bout what you gonna do

I already did it twice before you even tied your shoe

We ain't in the same tax bracket, don't try to relate

I got real estate in places that you can't even locate

(Can't even find it on a map)

I'm paying lawyers just to talk to other lawyers for me

I bought the master tapes, the catalog is finally free

But what's the cost of being free when you locked in a vault?

If I lose it all tomorrow, it would be my own fault

(Yeah, nobody else to blame)

Chorus

'Cause everybody want the finish line, nobody want the sprint

I been running through the city till I'm out of my element

Putting twenty on the table, tell the dealer let it ride

They just see the penthouse, they don't know what's inside

(Just an empty room and a lot of paranoia)

Hustling ain't a posture, baby, it's a lack of sleep

Selling off your twenties for a promise you can't keep

(Yeah, a promise you can't keep)

Outro

(Yeah)

(That's the hustle though)

(You wanted the crown, now you gotta wear it when your neck hurts)

(Don't complain about the weight)

(We asked for this)

(Keep the engine running, I'll be right out)

(Yeah)

(Fading out)