[Verse 1: Stanko]
They say, rich n***as making poor decisions
I had visions of making my own rich decisions
While n***as make it rain I'll be there changing the seasons
For different reasons I'll be mending my past poor decisions
Yeah, like a citizen with no provision
I do some crazy sh** but I'm glad my n***as see my vision
Or, atleast their version of my vision
Positioning ourselves to pay attention and take direction
In this rap game
They ask, why you speeding through your raps like Usain
Tell them maybe I'm insane or it must be my brain
Cause i dwell on this beat like I went and set fire to the rain
If you hate me then I suggest you hate me with a pa**ion
Lay this track down as my first tell me your impression
I write my own lyrics I hope you don't confuse it
You claim you're becoming large, people sleep to your music
If X marks the spot then we'll cross you out like X-Men
Is that your ex man?
The hating n***as and b**hes taking pictures can jerk off
And become my semen
Cause we believe in our religion for some reason
Never-the-less I strive to become the best
I keep doing this sh** like I've come here from the west
Put a smile on the doubters and leave them all impressed
Strategically making moves like a n***a been playin chess
Check mate, check your mate, checking me out
Never claim to be the best just a good rapper from the south
Grid-iron gang I'll straighten out these gay n***as
Like Kirko Bang put the gun to these b**h n***as
I'm a hands on person so I handle my own business
Tryna work it out they a**essing my rap fitness
Ironic the Blade Runner used his gun instead
My future's so bright leave the vision of man-kind impaired
I'm about to toast with what you n***as call your daily bread
Like the inside of a pencil n***as know I've always lead
Project verses over n***as as if I used an overhead
Decapitating n***as cause I'm really tryna get ahead
Bun in the oven,she's expecting a sick verse
I never win gold cause I let my girl come first
I'm on my monster flow so you know you getting 3 scars
Just k**ed a fake rapper now he's dancing with the stars
Yeah (yeah) Mr Nene's in the building
They said money would change me, I guess I'm a chamillion
Looking for an asian that probably 1 in a billion
I'm a straight forward man solve my linear equation
Girls with no money claim they got expensive purses
All white swag like I'm swagger-jacking on some nurses
People with money trees I'll be breaking all your branches
You'll find me around like institutional campuses
They ask questions I give them answers like MANswers
Then prey on my prey and deliver ill circumstances
Never been Diagnosed but I'm really feeling sick
Like a mouse you know I'm always with my clique
Put the caps lock on cause I'm trying to get bigger
No salary you know I'm a self made n***a
Hope you get to figure out what I'm really about
Like a sniper I've been ordered to take all you n***as out
But I'll take you to my slaughterhouse and once the power's out
Most expensive footballer, who's gonna bail you out
Yeah I'm out (I'm out)( I'm out)( I'm out )(I'm out)