Yeah I'ma put this work in
Listen yeah work listen work listen yeah
Growing up with most the homies
That shared dreams like me
Their either passing trees
Or making trees
Lost roots
And no degrees
No remedies
For that anti-freeze
Right On
And coming up
The people closest to my ribs
Were serving bids
Thank god
My fathers there now
Without his kids
Never liked wearing frowns
Never been a clown
Selfie-savage
Shoots and ladders
They all fall down
It's new-world shit
And this is my arrival
And the last
Shall be first
As it is in the bible
You're out here
Doing the most
Even when I'm grounded
I still look like I float
You're still talking bout
Who's basic, labels, and Dior
But it takes a great dreamer
To act with such grandeur
Of such one is much too pure
To get caught
In that foolish allure
I much rather prefer
A kings position
Wearing boy's Nike's
Since I was slapped
By the physician
Babyface and tomboyish ways
And the type of intellect
You don't see nowadays
I mean you truly
Gotta free your mind
And find intent
I lived inside a covenant
A shell where I could
Never vent my woes and insecurities
Afraid, no one could nurture me
But I found my own light
Beyond the sight of naysayers
I was born a game-changer
Mover, shaker, giant slayer
No odds could deter me
I'm still dirty
Where their murky
Their shady where I'm serene
Their best ego
Couldn't serve me
I want that talented mr. Ripley love
Finding better days of love
Up and above
Sail on shores
And take flight
On great heights in life
On life tours
Yeah uh-huh
Yeah killed 'em got 'em!