win and won, (that) that’s my only lingo
years and age changed, calmly I reload
strugglin’ to break and jump out the window
got it out the mud, Timbs got that dirty mid-sole
rappers alligator clips, they bite
you ain’t on that fame shit, that’s a hype
never estimate, you can’t read my eyes
shock em with my moves, that’s a vibe
ok dawg, let’s go again
now I realize meaning of scars, that’s on my face
I did torn off, burnt up, wrote new pages
I loaded ink up at blank check, write my payment
street lifestyle, folded blanket
what I wanted was just to feast with my team like banquet
I didn’t need to fake it
always been honest, at least I got love for em
look, you’ve been fake all the time
and you still didn’t make it, still
this is
the shit I put all my heart, this is
the thing I makin’ money with, this is
turn my song up, they goin ape shit
different colors, but I made same goosebumps on their skin,
mix matching some casuals with gears
let me cook, cheffin’, only servin’ you premier
rappers all above average but I can’t differentiate
so I’m above “above-average” rappers, put them all under
two damn feet, steppin’ with them Oakley runner
you spent a decade only to get L, that’s a bummer
freezing cold, but I made your bitch dressed like summer
got em all knowledges to make my wrist dumber, comma,
slip over my drip will give you trauma
hundred dollar bottle make me blacked out, Donda
gotta bring that Bentayga in my 20s while you pushin Honda
started to be hero, became a villain, Osama
killin’ these rappers, Jefferey Dahmer
had tried to be a hero, but look now I’m Osama
spent some Ms, now I’m gettin back, that’s a Karma
business is business, I ain’t fuckin with your drama