all bye my self !!!👌

Street corners hum, cash in the grip, money’s pilin’, don’t need no ship. Haters watch close, jaw on the floor, I keep climbin’, they want some more. Hookers wave, gangsters salute, we all in the game, sharin’ the loot. Used to think I needed ‘em close, now I see—damn, I do this solo. Fuck the noise, me myself and I, stack so high, touchin’ the sky. Should’ve seen clear when I was down low, now it’s all me—watch how I glow. No more borrowin’ lights, I spark my own, positively flexin’ from flesh to bone. Fuck all the noise, let ‘em hate from afar, I’m the king of this night—I’m the star. Pockets on boom, positivity’s key, never go back, man—now it’s just me. Trump on the screen, bombin’ fake-ass threats, guy’s a clown suit, talkin’ nukes like a pet. Iraq roll up, actin’ like they gon’ squeeze, ISIS creep close—laugh, I bring em to knees. Ain’t no joke time, I’m the punchline they fear, gate’s wide open—peek, bitch, heaven’s right here. Yo, gates still swing, I’m climbin’ that ladder, no devil below, just haters gettin’ sadder. Me, my daughter, we good on our own, fuck the world noise, leave ‘em alone. Trump bombin’ talk, nukes in his tweet, clown in the White House, can’t take the heat. Now look at Diddy, locked in that cell, 50 dropped the doc, Netflix ringin’ the bell. Sean Combs: The Reckoning, exposed the whole game, everybody laughin’ at the freak-off fame. Old rumors fly—Biggie, Pac in the dirt, they say he was tied, now the truth hurt. He tryna play tough, but the streets call bluff, everybody know he was never that rough. Homosexuality whispers, parties gone wild, now the whole game’s smilin’, Diddy’s exiled. I’m up here risin’, no chains, no lies, gates open wide—fuck ’em, I fly. Summit calls, I grip the rock, society rot—fuck that clock. Government snakes, all suit and tie, Area fifty-one? Yeah they lied. News on blast, every damn minute, brainwash drip, they never admit it. Moon landing? Pfft—just a green screen lie, Neil was on set, sippin’ apple pie. Sour bunch, power in they palm, truth’s my rope, I climb through the storm. Stars wink down—ain’t no damn charade, I reach the top where the fakes ain’t paid Used to laugh, poke fun, call me clown, now fame drop, they all flip around. Smiles wide, handshakes all fake, like they birthed me—nah, it’s all take. Big shots talkin’, pockets stay light, suckin’ up ass like they polite. Remember, prince, you’re still just meat, sittin’ on throne but still wipe your seat. I stay high, they stay low, fame ain’t change what I already know. Laugh now? Go ahead, grin wide, still flush your shame at the end of the ride Elon out here actin’ like the tech messiah, Tesla keys, yo, they stole that fire. Old heads had the blueprint—Nikola tried, but Musk swoop in, flex, now everybody fried. Electric whips roll, but it’s all a con, space daddy talkin’ rockets, Mars on his palm. World control? Nah, he just wants your brain, Twitter turned X—damn, that’s lame. I’d ditch the wheel, hop in a saucer, zip through stars—no traffic, no enforcer. Fuck your EVs, give me warp speed flight, Musk keep dreamin’—I control the night. You thought you was king? King of what, trash? I kick down your empire like I’m wearin’ brass. Your whole crew soft, like they blow bubblegum, I chew up empires—spit out kingdoms. Mama cryin’ in the corner ‘cause her boy’s done, I got your chain, your watch, and your firstborn son. Hollow tips spittin’ in sixteen bars, I’m the devil’s favorite, you his halloween scars. Gangster? Nah, I’m the grave they dig, you just the dirt I piss on when I’m big. They say legends die—nah, legends just reload. Your name’s a joke, mine’s carved in gold. I’m the last boss, you the tutorial skip, I’m the war, you the accidental drip. When I spit fire, cities catch blaze, when you rap, crickets play in amaze. I don’t lose battles—I just let ‘em win, then burn the trophy box and melt the ring. Stand down, soldier. War’s already mine, your heartbeat’s a metronome—outta time.