Started makin' my name, I'm going insane
Cuz people only stick around for the fame
Forbidden fruit got me a crazy acclaim
Dangerous tales, man I craft and abstain
I dance with the flames, ever since African Chains
Was on a singer's story, man I'm taking the game
Destroy beats, and I'm the fucking best, and to that I proclaim


Everyone who doubted, now say they proud
Take a couple shots while I'm running around
And I grumble aloud, make my hustlers proud
Rappers, what the fuck you mumblin' about?
Oh man, I'm sick and tired
Ain't blown up yet but I spit some fire
I'm a lyrical miracle, when I'm spittin' these syllables
Man I reign at the pinnacle and this game is so winnable
But gotta slow down now, they ain't wanna hear that
Gotta talk about money, bitches and some car tracks
Or, oh man I got a roll a joint
Put it in rotation 'cuz this shit ain't got a point
Smoke your life away, and then wishin' it would come back
Take the weed in, go out like a lumberjack
Comin' back, LL Cool J, so don't call it that
Ritzy on the track, I'm a terminator on attack

But, on god, I got it man, I swear it's gonna happen
World tours, influence, oh man it's sick like influenza
And I got-tah lotta passion for this shit to ever quit it
So don't wish it, man this dog is here to rule, so drop the bitchin'
BITCH

Workin' with the melody, I'm draftin' all the symphonies
I'm rappin' so phenomenal, it's crashing up the industry
But all these fuckers really care about is the gimmickry
I'm starting to forget, oh fuck I need publicity

Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, nah fuck that
I can write better lines about a 2nd grader's nutsack
Pedophilia! Nah, that's Michael Jack
I'm sorry for the disrespect, just a little minor tax

But what do I do? I don't really even know
I just kill beats like it's written in my horoscope
I just wonder what these losers get by hatin' me
But now they switchin' sides, acquaintin' with me, WHOA!

I don't really give a single fuck
I just sit here, countin' all my bucks
Music spreadin' like it's Egyptian Musk
High and low like I'm a little monk
And ain't no fuckin' ice on my wrist
But I be climbin' heights with no assist
I flow hard like I'm a growing cyst
Only fill a heart, my own, ain't hatchin' any chick
I recognize the feeling, I've been doubting me a little
I'm stuck in the middle, gotta get an acquittal
'Cuz my bars killed a lot, like a private hospital
Got the hammer and sickle, man I sound like a commie

But won't you call me when you need a beat killed
Or to roast these rappers like they're Chicken McGrills
I'm a lyrical hitman on a mythical mission
I'm a typical villain with a mystical vision
I got verses that could change the world, all scribbled and written
Searchin' for some love, but to spittin' I be smitten
And I'm not fuckin' dependent on anybody
So come and get me homie if you can, but you won't
I've had enough, so fuck bein' humble
I take out these rappers it's a royal rumble
All of you nod like y'all from toy town?
High five Billie, now y'all will see me in a crown!