Only need my self, I got almost perfect health and that’s worth more then any wealth I stay stealth and I stay fresh, every minute I feel like I’m being put to the test forget the rest, there’s no contest all I do is win and if it’s a sin, then throw me in jail throw me in hell and make it so I can never make bail I don’t fail but I might fuck a round and take a lil rail, lil enhale, exhale all I do is prevail, step by step, level by level, you can try and send any devil but I’ll chop them up eat them and bury them in the dirt with a shovel, I’m like a grave digger you more like a gold digger I keep it real you keep it fake, I don’t think we’ll ever relate cause all you do is hate How the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave, drug myself and die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave Coming out the gates of hell And I rise out the firey ashes like a phoenix You better believe this I’m one in a million When really it’s like a gazillion I’m trying to make a couple trillion off my raps and sit back, relax and eat popcorn as my life as a movie goes on, I hate having to just survive, I just want to live, be able to give, litter dollars and yell I’m filthy rich, yeah Jesse Pinkman “magnets” bitch I hope I don’t crash my next car in a ditch cause damn I miss my beamers I’m a schemer, but I’m also a believer and an over achiever, I love life but everyday can be tough, it gets rough, but I don’t need to bluff, you can call it, but I call it how I see it, how I see it and how I dream it I play my cards right, I’m shooting for the moon but I’m too busy gazing at the stars I’m tryna make music like Linkin Park Get nasty on the guitar Rock and roll clashed with rap Cause I’m a tatted up hybrid eating up the climate Anything you think or say I can rhyme it But it doesn’t matter anyway cause I ain’t making a dime and no one gives a fuck about my music, or, why I rhyme Say they’ll take a listen but don’t even take the time It’s okay I still glisten and shine Fresh to death, turbo blasted, nitrous, push button zoom, zero to 100 real quick I wanna go fast like Ricky Bobby Make being a pro nascar driver just another hobby You’ll probably catch me balling in a lobby Maybe working another random job Any position that I be wishen Astronaut one day then I be in the kitchen Got the recipe, God stays blessing me Never over stressing me If life’s a game then I’m trying to win Get the high score like doing a simple chore I know you’re bored, life fading out, it’s okay I got lots of Clout, Making music and saving the world that’s what I’m about.