I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
Something like old ye
And future me with a ghost mike
For the hooks that I write
But tonight
I'm gonna murder anybody
Who thinking
They'll 32 me on a song
Just cause they bought a mic
The mike vick in me
Turned this bitch to a dogfight
Retaliation For anybody
Who just might
Dis goes to everybody in this
I should name
Y'all had your years uh huh
It's true you changed da game
But who sold they self out
Who's real throughout the fame
I keep my head high
So me and god conversate
Who's above me huh?
Y'all won't achieve this
I could give a fuck
How these bitches gon perceive this
You want yo money now
It's long term how I treat it
To Reset my mind
I Control alt delete it
They praying on me Want me to die
But I'm gon be here for a while
I'm gon be here for while
Never retire no no no
I'm gon be here for a while
I'm gon be here for while
Never retire no no no
Let's Take it way back
When Mama use to drive to BK
In the minivan bumpin
Ye shit on reply
Didn't take the road
She want me on
Gave her hug and a kiss
Then I got off the freeway
Hero to a villain
Can't be no Bruce Wayne
Mask on fo da pandemic
Shit Turned me into Bane
And I realized fuck am I doing
We all the same
They bleed Like I bleed
It's jus the ego I feed
If you ain't got it You ain't got it
That's something I do believe
And it's a blessing to make money
From playing our make believe
It's unfortunate for them
Cause they wasn't following dreams
Left half of them in debt
Other half in disbelief
Ain't waiting for da praise
I crown myself each day
When nobody gave me a listen
Was It was all just the hate?
The most followers debate?
That's why I let my hair grow
Messiah flow and it shows
How many careers I can save
They praying on me Want me to die
I'm gon be here for a while
I'm gon be here for while
Never retire no no no
I'm gon be here for a while
I'm gon be here for while
Never retire no no no
What's left to say
When it's all said and done
It's average what they make
If the single sound eh
It means the album out of shape
How about you trim up the fat
Before you handing us a tape No?
Ya look I sweated out the pressure
Now I'm about run the game
Had a S on my chest
But no time for Lois lane
And if this shit don't workout
Ill prolly go rob a bank
Or start flipping some cocaine
Ya This ain't bad for a kid
Who worked out of the basement
Watched every move
I just studied all the greatest
But like a picture on a shirt
That's washed too much
Those images been fading
Now it's time to replace it
You can't paint what I make so just trace it
If you step out of line
I'll have my bro Dribble yo head of the pavement
And use yo blood to write my fucking statement
They praying on me Want me to die