Are you putting in work?
Are you making it worth it?
I admit that it's hard to write and rap with a purpose
And still got the flow to fight the wrath of an urchin
I'm making this a dream but it don't have to be perfect
I would like to interpret my life on this Earth
Like the crust and the core, there's more than just the surface
It would be a disservice if I didn't say to stay determined
Then one day the haters will be opening the curtain
For you
Everyone's a different person
Ain't take sh** from a back-seat circus
Rapping like they f**ing all the black babe bushes
Then they go with mama every Sunday to the churches
Make me feel worthless
'Cuz I don't put stupid club sh** in my verses?
God, it's like I'm stuck in a league of critics
When not one of them ever read the lyrics
I'm a peaceful spirit and an evil genius
But let's be honest, now
I would stomp you as a fetus
You been barking up a tree that's so far out of your reach
It's like God is telling you that you are out of your league
I don't want it to seem like I'm an arrogant prick
All jealous and sh** of another rapping making it
If all they ever talk about is f** a b**h and take a hit
Then I'm just gonna say you aren't deserving to be making it rich
Every other word you're saying is b**h
Talk about the crimes you're gonna commit
Make a fool out of yourself
Instead of making a name that we the people respect
And some of you sick as f** but neglect
The intelligent thoughts
Can't tell you what to write
That's wrong in itself
But some artists are meant to be put on the shelf
When some are low to beheld
All eyes on me X2
I'm coming for the crown even though I ain't ever be king
All eyes on me X3
I'm coming from a tiny town so how am I supposed to ever be seen?
All eyes on me