[Verse 1: KiU]
I'm The Greatest Of My Time (Yea)
But Ya'll Really Don't Know (WHAT)
My Name KiU, I'm The God Of This sh** Like Zeus Is To Rome (UH)
I'm Tryna Make It To The MoMA, f** That Build A Building Right Next To The Owner
Now I'm sh**ting On The Owner, Black n***as Wasn't Never Suppose To Be On The Thorne
Young n***a Warming Up For A Shot and sh**, They Said I'm Too Cold For The East Though
n***as In My City Going South and sh**, I Don't Drink Lean I Ain't Sippin Slow
I Don't Pop Molly I Don't Follow n***as, Dropped Outta College Hit The Lotto n***a
I'm Lying, I'm In Debt Tryna Sign To Jigga, Instagrams On The Check For The Bigger Picture
Plotting On The Low Gotta Get Them n***as, All My n***as Dogs Gotta Sick Them n***as
Tryna Prove Myself In A Game Of Lame, Gimme Bout A Year Ima Be That n***a
I Said I'm Plotting On The Low Gotta Get Them n***as, All My n***as Dogs Gotta Sick Them n***as
Tryna Prove Myself In A Game Of Lame, Gimme Bout A Year Ima Be That n***a
n***a
[Hook: TwonDon]
Ima Be That n***a
My n***as Is In It For The Slightest Figgas
Said Money The Root Of All Evil, So We Sinning Til We Get Richer
What The f** You Need?, We Got Mouths To Feed, I Need That Cream To Come Quicker
Had A Word With God But He Ignored His Son So Ima Stay A Go Getta
Real Talk
[Verse 2: KiU]
(What's The Science GOD?)
Dropping Knowledge Like Why GOD, Cuz n***as Speaking That Tough Talk, And That Tough Talk Don't Define GOD
I Never Pulled A Pistol, Can't Lie To Ya'll
I Speak w/ Pa**ion, I'm Divine GOD
My Dogs Be Napping, If I Wake Them Up, They Gone Chop You Down, Now Meet Ya Mama's GOD
(Break it Down GOD)
My Knowledge Is Wisdom Becomes Understanding My Culture Is Freedom (Yea)
They Talking D'Evils (Yea)
I Just Be A Monster w/ Words I'm A Demon (DAMN)
Word Is Bond Ima Make It, Word is Bond Ima Take It, Y'all n***as Don't Want It
Salute All My Trinis, They Waiting To Done You, Ya'll n***as Don't Want It
(FLAVE)
In Bushwick At Roberta's For The Lightest Meetings
Depends On Seasons, Hit The Ricans For The Lightest Caesars
A Brick Of Sour For The Verse You Do The Math and Reach Me
n***as Be Plotting Trying To End You Cut Them Out Your Sequel
Whipping That Nissan For The Re-Up I'm Not Moving Dope
I'm In Bodegas Pushing Crates Outside That f**ing Store
The Durant Of Rap, I Might Drop 40 Just Before The Finals
The Game Is Mine, and Everyone Else, Is f**ing Fired
[Hook]