Making money
Carrying my cross
Getting honey’s
Improved from a loss
It’s like when you do the things
You should
God has a funny way
To transform the pain
And have you say
Life’s Good

Endless cash flows
Gay fucks might say that I’m an asshole
Haters might hate
But I know hyper beam and thunderbolt
And all they know is growl and tackle
I’m still the little rascal
All that’s been added is a little bit of peace
Irrelevant are those
Who let their struggles and woes
Turn them into haters
Cause hate is a disease
I’m smoking up the weed
I’m cranking out some dope beats
I’m changing the world with every word
That I speak
Into the mic
I’m letting all my goons
Feel like every night is their night
No longer having frights
Of not being able to make it
Paper chasing
Is just a byproduct of hard work
I’m baking amazing trailblazing and caking
I top charts
I make art
That makes others feel special and smart
I fart
And others want to sniff
I’m super hard
And know how to handle my biz
No need for a power trip
Cause humility is true strength
I can morph and alter
And transform
All my sorrows, tragedies, and pain
Into something beautiful
Into something that inspires awe
Shorty that’s only four foot three inches
But damn, I feel mighty strong and tall
I ball like I’m a professional playing against JV
None of y’all can faze me
None of yall can drive me crazy
None of yall can say that I’m unambitious, wack, or lazy