I’ve been balancin’ my chakras in the mountains out in utahI know I’m the greatest, that’s the energy I move offI don’t even gotta play the game like luolTo still get paid more than you allI might buy a new loft just to entertain hoesI rarely f**k with white chicks, but shout out to the wayans brosEvery woman’s beautiful, I’m just givin’ personal statsA real boss, I fund it from my personal stashI’ma touch a 100 million by 35 (no doubts)And next year I’m goin’ platinum like thirty times (uh-huh)And if my twenties told me anything (what?)It’s stay away from pеople who put money over еverythingThat’s a liability, me and doubts severed the tiesI be talkin’ to myself to get expert adviceCan’t be stuck in the past and put my heart in a tranceWhen I stumble, I’m aware, that’s just part of the danceProsperity, that’s the clear visual, right?Got my girl tapped into her spiritual sideI’m the g.O.A.T, I give people hopeI make people like they’re rich when they’re brokeI’m slittin’ rappers’ throats, kill ’em all, f**k ’em (f**k ’em)If you don’t show love ’til I’m dead you gettin’ jumped, andI’ll be cheerin’ them on from my casket (ha)Haven’t seen a rapper who’s talked s**t that we gave a pass yetAccess, I still got the same as the major labelsThey wait ’til you got a table, then they take the tableThrough the speakers, I give life to the dreamers, so it’s deeperI don’t got fans, I got believersPut my face on t-shirt, I ain’t even dead yetJust made a hundred thousand, I ain’t even leave my bed yet
Nothing went right, so I went leftTo myself I said, “Yes,” a b is in my head and my headrestWomen fall in love with meBosses know what’s up with meYou don’t gotta f**k with me, I f**k with meLuckily I’m free, regardless if they mass-hatedUnlike most of these rappers who economically are castratedCuz y’all don’t own your music, y’all don’t have a f**kin’ voice’til a promoter hires y’all, y’all are unemployedLivin’ check to check, that could never be meLike hov said, “Own your own or you can never be free,” stupidThe level up is what y’all currently watchin’Y’all are regional, me, I’ve been currency swappin’Y’all are seasonal, me, bi**h, I’m currently poppin’I got the power so you know at times the journey’s exhaustin’My bank accounts are fat, bastardI’m a member of some gold and platinum plaquesI ain’t lyin’, matt staffordThe bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapperPressed a couple whack rappersThis game is full of backstabbers, not back scratchersWhen my back itched, I had to use the wall and bounce back afterRidin’ in the ghost, ask casperModel givin’ throat, she don’t got a gag factorThe gas that I own could fill a whole grass pastureMy story isn’t finished, this is not the last chapterYour money’s young, it’s too short, dawg, you got a bad passwordThe devil’s in disguise, can’t use your eyes to unmask herGotta trust your gut, listen to your intuitionI’m the s**t the game’s missin’, ya-dee, ya-deeY’all get it, ha