1st Verse:

With all the hate I've been collecting, the love feels unexpected

But it's so appropriate when U hear me flex on these records

Not the most Macho but man I go savage

& These the wonder years, so the plan is 2 live lavish

That's the life my baby girl made 4

My thoughts are brainstorms

Some strippers pissed I ain't drizzy

I'll make it drizzle, no rainstorm

Clever hustlers love - I made this new lane for them

Off nachos & a blig - down the street, Mr Payne store

Shout out 2 my Arabs 2

We merge 2 get $$$ like Arabs & Carrolls do

Other crews say they prepared 4 who

Saying they're great, until they meet the legendary

Talkin Boss shit, knowing they're just secretaries

I'm extraordinary, You're at best ordinary

I'm CEO, yachts Nigga , you're pumped board the ferry

Please save the energy

Acting gangster in public when it's all about the inner "G"

7 In combat no mortal can finish me

Ray then made a buzz, but I created my own energy

Supreme Sub-Zero flow, Math major - G's 2 blow

The ladies suck me good, it's the Niggas that's the leeches tho

Get $$$, who cares that she fucks 4 stacks

I get a pass, U get ass when they fuck 4 crack

Spinz4Higher bring it back

Just do it like Nike, I'll retire when this Heir Maxed

2nd Verse:

I've watched the throne 2 long, I'll get 1 on my own

From the home of Capone, Some OG's were grooming us wrong

Raised by Sconie, I watched Lil Ray, Fatboy, Scodie, Rome, Shep

Scone.....

& Pook was no Chris Rock

I'm street smart with intellect, kept butter or big rocks

Back then it was cluttered with packs, I was a big shot

A couple botched robberies, they tried 2 get the kid popped

Probably the same Niggas pissed I'm compared 2 Big Poppa

& PAC

Don't just think about they troubles

They gave it all til the end, I will too cause I love U

Headed 2 flint with stones, me & my Barney rubble

Godly in a Masi, hope I don't die in a BMW

Its 7, or Ten past 650

With Just my presence, U can feel I brought the gift with me

From a different world, my diva look like a thick Whitley

I need 12 mill yearly Before my pop hit 60

RIP Uncle Brian

When I was young, he said fuck feelings & fuck lying

I used to rock flights, now I'm flying

Motivated & now we major, Our story is so inspiring

Dear mama, your 1 & only son made it

Keep watching over me, & tell ya peers ya sons the greatest

No one can Hender-Son, that's more than my Moms maiden

It's proof in every rhyme scheme, bar, & cadence