Verse 1

We would come home to the fiends in our building

Mama say let’s wait outside and let them finish stealing

That shit turned me to a villain

Working through my trauma tryna make it to these millions

Drippin in designer Greg Lauren for my feelings

Kush from Tijuana I imported different spirits

House in the Bahamas that’s the only way I’m healing

Lunch at Benihanas extra shrimp that’s for my children

Steak for our dinner course we probably do Brazilian

I’m different than you niggas cause I never saw a ceiling

My inmagination bigger infatuatеd with winning

I ain’t worried bout no bitches

I ain’t worried bout no famе

All I think about is revolution, I’m dyin to bring the pain

Diamonds on my chains

But fire in my veins

Conflicted by the check

While I’m tryna make a name

It’s hard to get respect

But that’s something imma gain

Before it’s all said and done

They gon all feel my rage

Chorus

What can I say

I feel the rage

I feel a

Look how far we come

My story far from done

Lick a shot for the fallen young

In God we trust

I grew my hair and lost it

Young Samson the prophet

Shake hands with the mobsters

Make plans with the monsters

Go dance in the darkness

Under the lights of the stars all the angels that’s

Watching

See I prayed for this option

I made it I blossomed

I came and I conquered

Verse 2

A mother’s tears in a baby’s lap that’ll change you

I learned to forgive knowing it’s obstacles that what make you

I learned as a kid, saw what was possible choose an angle

Outgrown what I did, stepped it up a level, Rollie bezel

That glow on my wrist

Reloaded the clip

Holy shit, I’m like the stove when it’s lit

You get too close and get bit

I kept my toes in the pit

When niggas folded and flipped

My new whip white on red that’s that snow on the brick

See when you, look in my eyes you can see the hunger

Im live just exercising these numbers it’s calisthenics I run em

Might say, fuck it all, and go catch a vibe in the summer

Roll that goodie for comfort, same hoodie, I’m bumming

I study, Marcus Garvey, Let’s build an army

I’m gunning

I’m Jeff Fort in a Porsche on the I95 when I’m stunting

I’m at one with the force in my Jedi mind When I’m blunted

Only nigga I trust in my baby muva

The rage is coming

Chorus x 2

What can I say

I feel the rage

I feel a

Look how far we come

My story far from done

Lick a shot for the fallen young

In God we trust

I grew my hair and lost it

Young Samson the prophet

Shake hands with the mobsters

Make plans with the monsters

Go dance in the darkness

Under the lights of the stars all the angels that’s

Watching

See I prayed for this option

I made it I blossomed

I came and I conquered