[Verse]
Yeah they might clap back
But I’m not preoccupied given all the cash that
Comes flow into my life
One thing to ask, step back I’m a bonafide prophet with a bag
No Prada in the bag, I don’t occupy Wall Street, I’m copping in a bear market
Since the talk cheap, I’m stocking up feasts
I’m rocking for the East, betting on my company
While I gobble up beats
This a broadcast to the city and the outskirts
They resonate with vision and they know to spread the word
Know this what we doing buddy this is not the first
On the shoulders of giants in the verse
God told me get to work
I got the opportunity I used to not deserve
It’s big boy money now thumping out the box
If it’s really yours ain’t nothing that could stop it
No I’m not stepping on toes, I’m contributing an essence that my fans are starving for
I know that there’s others I’m not tryna take the glow
We need all that we can get we are still not in control
We were given a gift take advantage, I can’t believe I took this all for granted
When I was depressed and manic
Now I know I gotta go harder than granite, no more time to pander
To illusions of the chart, I do what I know is hot
Took the little that I got and I turned it to a lot
On God, can’t replace me with a bot
White collar balling, never got a job
I’m spared, difference ‘tween my life and the regular way that they erred toward strife
Is that I know where to cast all of my cares, picking up the mic
Every single verse another prayer and I’m nice with it
S’how I know it’s gonna get heard
Castles made of sand always falling in the dirt
I bring her back to life, that’s that reanimation
I need a vacation from this vacation
Ride in a Cruella DeVille like a Dalmatian
I got patience, you’re not that pervasive
Yeah, these invasive species getting wasted
It’s an invasion of turkeys getting basted
I make evasive maneuvers when I’m anxious
Ace-in-the-hole in the studio
That’s where I stay most, why’d I leave my comfort zone
Nothing to chase nothing outside myself and my bros
‘Specially when money stacking to the ceiling
Dealing with what’s in the moment, no longer healing
I’m healed, my soul has been revealed
Like a Catholic Priest, against my will
That’s ironic but it’s real, an iconic Gentile
Supersonic jet fuel beating rockets like Shaquille O’Neal
It’s surreal, electronic like an eel
Need new MGMT for these electric feels
Boy, I reinvented the wheel, need a doctor I’m ill
Smoking chronic’s not ideal, it’s bubonic what I spill
Her comment was to “chill”
My problem with it was that I was on top her Spotify
If I wasn’t like this than I would never appeal
To your interest, save your ten cents
I’m blessed, maybe lit, but wouldn’t have it any less
I’m not trying to impress, I can't, since you avoided me when I did not have two pennys to pinch
I was shirtless, and then you felt the power shift
Yes, I’ve earned this
Just like I said I woulda did if my world went
Approximately exactly the way it did
I’m splurging on a feeling that’s everlasting
I’m trying to express but the words are rather thin
At least they’ll never blend in
Yah, I got the floor and I propose a new amendment
The right to get lit anyway you see fit
No LSD sin in anything that Jesus said
This is easy, my flow is like breeze
I could keep on going on this beat til I’m weak in the knees, yeah
Field full of wheat I could eat
Sowed the seeds then only thing I had to do was wait for the season
Pleasing, rhyming for no reason
Buzzing like a bee they want an order of what he had
Monkey-do when he see that, but this ain’t a Fiat
Why you at the club when you say you wanna be that?
I mean do you really wanna be there or be that?
You see that? I mean, do you wanna?
To be explicit, tried to tell ‘em what it is before the power shift but
What can you do?
That I
(And what do you know it did)
And what do you know it did
(What do you know it did)
And what do you know it did
