I’m superstitious, religious and ambitious for riches, leaving snitches in ditches and manifesting my wishes a warrior when I’m vicious notorious for my bitches, all of mine are super fine matter fact… delicious my riches ain’t got no limits snitches on top of my hit list spitting some wicked ass lyrics matter fact witness the realist lifting up prisoners spirits could give a fuck who else hears it as for Diddy type critics you ain’t no thug bitch so quit it witness this Midwest living demon causing chaos on earth bitches moaning and creaming when I’m up in their skirts rivals riding the hurst now their face on a shirt a notorious warrior since the day of my birth still pray to the Almighty, for whatever is worth, though I’m a soldier of the beast, possibly even worse the first to snap on a verse the first to make pistol burst fuck with me and believe you’re gonna leave in a Hearst I came I saw I conquered my wishes back down Chitown, how you like me now bitches