Brock Lesnar in my ring, JS my Paul Heyman, rumbling wolves in sheeps clothing that scream "dip splash paigons" This is my ring, this is my Road to Wrestlemania, but f** a Royal Rumble real rap needs a savior
Its ironic how I used to burn myself cooking rice, when I hit the booth I'm Sue's brother when I touch the mic
Im a product of my environment, manufactured by experiences, distributed by my hustle & retailed to all living things
I came in this world to make a difference & to be different, advanced for my age, i chased figures weren't too into figures, in the playground yeah I was doing that from early, but i was fighting money cases, Rich Dad was my attorney, my teacher taught me get a good job, I said "slavery" my rich olders told me take risks & live heavenly, cus Im tryna change lives so I get papes, im a cheetah in a marathon wouldn't know about the Rat Race
Not into violence but I dont sleep on violations, lay a hand on Adam and try know that you're a paigon, I'm my brothers keeper, but other guys dont sing the same song, R1s my Johnny storm cus he's really got his flame on
Im a menace to society but im educated, everybody has the strength to change, dont let your mind be regulated, we can all win, all these fake rappers that steal the petrol station, how you filling up your tank in the long run? Short-sighted lepers, gonna trip up on your walk son, Brock les of my grind, world Hustleweight Champion