9 Rings I swear this must be home slim felt Bottled up in him self Before the spaghetti or the champs belt It's the pain he felt All the greats they knelt Waves of gratitude for the attitude I ain't mad at you I know a rat or 2 They speaking in slander too Couple bands or 2 Ride with the band and scoot I'm the caboose The back up let loose I come out to play lay where they stay I'm hunting I'm searching I'm stalking my prey I beg you please pray Watch me take paper and make waves I have the best plays it's a pen away Drop back Tom Brady on his best today I'm not resting today I am vesting ok In myself it feels so much like a blessing ok They arrest me. No way. It's not the best thing. I went back against my wishes It was the best thing. I just wanna to flow like a jet stream I've got big dreams And a lot of themes I rock a big bean thinking big things. This stings. Ding ding. Bell rings. Bearded Villain, I'm coming for like 9 rings.