you know I can’t stay low

invested in the label

now they got me on the payroll

and my bitch came from the stable, she thick

might show up to the Mayo Clinic, I’m sick

I can be nice or tell the truth, take your pick

cause these bars I’m spitting they’ll stick to your brain like cancer

when they asked who the greatest

you know I fucking answered

I gotta keep my confidence at a Milli

so it’s fuck you if you don’t feel me

trust fund kid, but I know a few real gs

slippery flow like JID

y’all remember the kid

make a flick with your bitch

sell it and get rich

imma visit the clinic

I’m the best and yeah I meant it

sippin fireball

drunk like a skunk

stuck in this lyrical funk

I ain’t no punk

the way I’m on fire

you’d think I’m a Tibetan monk

nothing you say will leave me threatened

cause all you’ll ever be is a distant second

I’m up in space

you barely above Death Valley

I don’t got no allies

could beat you with my hands tied

ain’t ever asked for no free ride

but it’s summer 2020

motherfucker, it’s my time

I know I’m on the bottom rung

I know I gotta control my tongue

I know they won’t respect me

because I’m young

and they think I’m wreckless

think I ain’t planned this shit out on a checklist

think I don’t spend every second and every breath in practice

I’m firm in my roots like a saguaro cactus