Life been good I can not complain
Even though a couple niggas acting Dr.Strange
I stay with a green light, got that extended range
I done did a lot of growing but won't ever change
On the homies that's been down right Frequency, equing, you know me, I'm just trying to get the sound right
A lot rappers sound bite
Trying to be like me, hoping, but they can never get the sound right
Drop an album then I'm ghost, like I learned that from Houdini
I reappear in Italy cause shorty wanted Panini
And in this rap shit call me Cena cause you niggas can't see me
A Single session, make five songs with ease, I do it routinely
Lot people give opinions, I just ain't get message
I had bills unpaid, and I still wasn't stressing
Many flows like I'm sick, chill cos you'll never catch this
I heard that boy was telling shark tales, a shame he can't touch this
Preaching peace but don't mean nothing if you ain't moving peaceful
I treat my mind like a painting and my body's the easel
I make a movie with your bitch, and turn the crib to the regal
91 inside the tank but I'm still smoking on diesel
Warning shot, better duck, because the next gone be lethal
Don't treat me like no average nigga, cos you know we ain't equal
I'm just tryna stack some green like I'm a mother fucking eagle
Made on Mars was just the intro, finna give you the sequel