Verse 1: Yeah, I know you can’t believe it, I got hits Poppin, like cleavage, I’m independent me and labels butt heads like Beavis, grade a material but they got me on this D list, but who cares as long as my bank account increases, I ain’t no trend setter I just chop samples and make em blend better, I’m from an era that penned letters that’s why I’m nice with the words like your English lit professor, OH MY GOD if I’m so wack why you feeling jealous, I ain’t that street dude that’s gonna talk about hanging out on corners, and how me and all my niggas got that flamer upon us, I listened when they said go to school and graduate with honors, oh my god, I could’ve been the next Barack Obama, now I’m trying to stack money, that’s as tall as yannis, and have a bank account that better have at least 2 commas, to have skyn in this game you better come with condoms, I had a Georgia peach in the big apple no fruit farmer

Chorus: They can’t believe what’s going on
I had to start over and I righted my wrongs
You know that I will when you tell me I won’t
You were turning me off by not putting me on
Now its on, its on its on, now its on, Now its on, its on its on, now its on
(Repeat)

Verse 2: I was overlooked when I played the fool, now its time for major moves, I no longer carry a 22 since 2022, I patched my life up and inflated it like an inner tube, now that I can sleep with no worries I do it in the nude, Oh My God I’m finally seeing a little daylight, battling for my position, like when 2 apes fight, no viewing from a penthouse vision if you hate heights, no beef or pork but still cut my chicken with a steak knife, now I’m trying to reach the promised land, without seeing the back seat of an ambulance, I heard the beat I seen the mic I said hand me that, cause whites are taking over rap like an avalanche, before I’m finished you’ll be saying Oh My God, them beat them lyrics this boy is on the job, killing this shit don’t phone the cops, I’m trying to resurrect it from the ones who stole the art