The Real Test

Step into the boardroom like I’m stepping onto a battlefield when I enter

Polished marble floors gleaming like the barrel of a Beretta

Under fluorescent lights, eyes following me, I see them glance at me

Feeling pressure, some call it nerves, I call it gravity

Came strapped like I always do, I don’t walk in without weaponry

The deal on the table ain’t just business, it’s legacy

Boutta make headlines in The Wall Street Journal, and send tremors

Through the terminals coast to coast, this is my warfare, bitches

The kind that spills blood and kills careers, I had climbed from an

Area where power meant something else entirely

Back when respect came with Glocks and being ready was a requirement

Still carry steel, my moves landing like shots I’m firin’

Playing high stakes, was warned that many people choke

But my aim ain’t weak, success is taken through sweat and smoke

And by learning, and knowing when to shoot someone in the head

Or when to let the silence do all the shooting instead

I sign, stroke of the pen, clean and final like my .40 caliber

Make NASDAQ buzz, when it comes to maneuvering, I’m the master, bitch

I stay loaded, power, purpose and pressure all chambered and ready

Moving like a legend, I built this brick by brick, because I’m gritty

Secondhand Glock named Eleanor, my name moving through the boroughs

In marble halls, half fear, half faith, my head heavy from gold

Enemies buried, they cracked under the same pressure I wear like cologne

Silence falling when I enter a room, my guns aren’t always guns bro

Sometimes they’re contracts, or eyes locked across a table

Where a nod means war, success follows me, but so does danger

Like Achilles, I’m untouchable, power pulsing through the building

Signing away people’s futures while sipping whiskey

Respect is earned in inches, and pressure is the part they don’t teach

Sirens wailing like actual sirens, warming or welcoming, don’t matter really

Rolex glinting against the low-lit room, the weight’s on me

Not just on my wrist, but in the way the room waits for me to leave

And the world waits for my next move, wondering what it’s gonna be

Because when you hold power, everybody wanna see

But power’s like that thick-ass voltage running through a downed line

Everybody wants to touch it till it fuckin’ fries

Their dumbass ambition straight into oblivion

They scream for it, beg for the juice, but can’t handle it when it hits

Ain’t it funny, they chase the success like it’s a fine piece of ass in

A room full of simps, not realizing it takes more than thirst to have it

You gotta bite, chew, and digest it, but they gaggin’

On pressure, like weak lungs in a hurricane that’s boutta attack them

Respect is a slippery motherfucker, everyone wants it handed

To them on a silver tray like they’re owed whatever they’re lackin’

Just for breathing, nah, you earn that shit in the trenches, when your back is

Breaking and your name’s being dragged through dirt, and you don’t fold

That’s where it’s born, it's forged in fire, but most of these bozos

Melt before the heat even touches ‘em, and pressure is the real test

That bitch don’t knock, it kicks the door down and sits on your chest

Like sleep paralysis with a vengeance, it’s judging you bro

That exposes the real ones, some turn into diamonds, but most don’t

It's all fun and games 'til you're the one holding the live wire

Sparking under everyone's expectations while they admire

They forget the crown weighs like it’s forged from every eye watchin’

Judging, waiting for you to trip, you wanted to be on top, bitch

Congrats, welcome to the stratosphere, where the air's so damn thin

You can’t breathe without gasping on your own ambition

You bleed out your weekends until your soul is clocked in 24/7

They clap when you win, but where were they when you

Were eating shit for breakfast, lunch, and betrayal for dinner

Now they nod, give you that look like you matter, you don't though

You're just a trophy they wanna flex about knowin’

Everybody wants to be saluted, but no one wants to earn it

They forget that respect ain’t free, and not everyone deserves it