Beast mode ready, I throw Money like confetti, dressed like a mobster eating on spaghetti Rap Fame forever, if they bless me won't forget it Climbed from the bottom, as a youth I was a misfit, missed a couple cases lord musta blessed ballistics Rose to the top from the scars I was a gifted ass infent Tough to reach the followers even da ones dat missed it Started 'em with a nickel, Before I spit ice icicles sizzled ass riddles I speat em over da fiddle Told myself I had to be sick Den a hospital high enough to talk to da birds Dr. Doolittle Joined a tournament and won like what it do nigga views and my followers went up a few digits bitches try b a fuck me wanting to be my new mistress Battles waitin' on me who gone be my new witness Accepted and dominated, gifted like Christmas lotta rappers slept on me and a lot a still miss it if you ain't a winner then you losin in this business Take a loss and shake it off and bandage up da stitches Turn it into motivation, watch it turn to riches I don’t beg for nothin' from da slums ta da trenches raised with da grenches now I fly in Givenchy No matter who in front me or wich enemies against me somehow they disappear instantly I’m holdin the crown I can feel da weight mentally I hope to see you soon I'm just tryna make history I