Cue the violins got these niggas crying for they spot Why they act like they can't see me out here dieing for a shot I was humble and I stayed down guess I'm a clown I'm a star I want world fame fuck the town All that clout getting to they head gon head and blow it up They act like they want beef when Killini out here showing love If that's what they want then they got it I ain't stopping I'm attached to this rocket Piss poor now I got some money but I get more Stay tuned baby I got more of this shit in store Ghost Kitchen cooking with them flames Leave em charbroiled You gotta be special if I let you into our world 90's baby all that talent what you call that I know ima make it I ain't worried bout no callback Man this shit too easy guess I never needed yall Get a bag and live off the land I don't need to ball I'll address the shit that wasn't said bitch I ain't scared A group of niggas somebody a fed