[verse 1]
Man, these motherf**ers mad, I can really feel it/
Can you see it? That I'm gonna make it? /
I can't fake it/
And I'm coming for the top boy, recording in a basement/
Dropping songs while you getting with a basic b**h/
Rolling with my homies and you bet we gonna face that sh**/
And go to Amsterdam with the fam, like they innocents/
Light the incense, I am such a f**ing lyricist/
Word play is immanent, my mouth full of cinnamon/
Disciplined but I'm not an ordinary citizen/
I'm coming for the fame, you bet I'm gonna finish it/
Have you not been listening? Electric like a filament/
Where is my certificate? Winning is not limited/
I just keep putting pencils in, my body needs more insulin/
I had way too much sugar from juice, and I'm feeling it/
Tired of all this hate, man, I'm really f**ing sick of it/
At this point, I feel like I am f**ing infinite/
Who's gonna stop me? /
I've already climbed the Rockies/
Get an uppercut like Rocky/
And my road is pretty chalky/
Go to Colorado, play the Rockies, bet they walk me/
Then I drop some drops bombs like we hitting Nagasaki/
Got a couple broads that I drill like Milwaukee/
Mix the Moonshine, I am sipping Kamikaze/
Confident, not co*ky; spirited like Anunnaki/
I am pretty hungry, got blood like souvlaki/
f** these other rappers, talking lean and they broccoli/
Get the f** up off me, you sipping on that soft drink/
I don't f** with pussies, thinking hard by drinking coffee/
They all go to Starbucks, then rave while popping Molly's/
Think you're so cool by getting out of your mind/
The only thing that I do is toke while I rhyme/
And now I'm k**ing sh**, sippin' on this fine wine/
My music's hooking people like I am on prime time/
Now I'm tired of all this bullsh**, I'm scrolling through my timeline/
Now I'm ‘bout to blow your mind like I'm Albert Einstein/
I will pull out my nine and shoot you like nine times/
Catch a homicide, nah, I don't follow guidelines/
I do what the f** I want/
Devin is so troublesome/
Bet that I am one of ‘em/
Pop you like some bubblegum/
My money's coming fat like all I eat is honey buns/
Who the f** you think you is? Where is that discussion from?/
[exit]
Man, these motherf**ers mad; I can really feel it/
I can really feel it
(x2)