Verse 1: I was told, I would never make it with beats and words, but uh, who are you to tell me what I deserve, I see geometry in motion I’m eyeing her curves, I got my eye on the bag but ain’t buying a purse, I keep a head banga need to hiring a nurse, I’m second to none, cause I’m never tired of first, fame or trending, which do you desire worst, give me financial freedom, before lying in a Hearst, inspiring as church, Woo,I spew like a pastor, you wack, no need to fall through like a trap door, woo I Iay this out eazy like Pap boy,, my girl needs me she ain’t got toys, everything earned, to god I asked for, I’d rather have peace than them marbled floors sample connoisseur from Ledisi to Commodores,, I’ve done a lot that I should be honored for.

Chorus: I know what I want, I know what I need, so what I deserve, you gon give to me
I done worked too hard, done prayed on my knees, so what I deserve, you gon give to me
(repeat)

Verse 2: 10,000 hours into orchestrating these beats, top MC’s should coordinate with me, Black Lives Matter is not the uproar in the streets,,it turned into a block party, playing recordings of me, I want my flowers, my recognition that Drink Champs love, one man band, I want the whole team to come up, I’m on Bandcamp, cause man that money from streaming sucks, Imma keep this thing rollin like not releasing the clutch, Whoaaa, I deserve all my real fans, they will never ever dessert like diet meal plans, divorce took everything but here I still stand, I want place in the sun like Beal and Durant, I’m Pro status, no longer a amateur some think the key to being pro is on belts of janitors, I’m doing all the dirty work like Vincent in Gattaca looking for that green like spinach on salad bars