[Intro]

This should be played at high volume

CoridaArtist

[Verse 1]

I went from Dollar-Less

To Diamonds all upon my Wrist

I once was Honda-Less

Crashed that shit

Then spit a lick

All for the Populace

Now I shuffle through bands in my hands

Like the IRS through my Documents

How did we get caught up on this

Grabbed a mic and just went off on it

I guess

Fuckin miles above the best

Bitch I’m speaking with my chest

Told y’all I’m better than the rest

Don’t mean to brag, don’t mean to fucking boast

Just for a minute I was almost fucking toast

Too close, to roasted

Wallet dry as shit

But I channeled that shit and I spit, and never did I quit

Aye

Now I’m feeling fucking fresh

King of this shit likе I’m banging on my chest

Coming out the Woodworks, coming from the Wеst

Coming as an underdog that always did overimpress

Aye

Bitch I’m feeling fuckin ridiculous

Got gilded pots now to piss in

The life I’m living’s magnificent

Burned every measure, I’m limitlesssss

Aye!

Limitlessss

[Verse 2]

Looking back on how it was

Hard to even see how i made it out that rut

Hit with every, no, maybe, can’t, regret, and but

Felt like the window of opportunity was shut

But then I went and got a Mic like Jack Torrance got himself an Axe

Fuck what’s in the cards bitch, I’m built to fucking last

Brute Forced my way in, I’m stayin, and makin’, a killin’

No wonder why they’re makin’ me a villain

I’m a conquereor

On that Thanos shit bitch, astronomical

On a roll

Headlines sayin’ my shit’s plain Phenomenol

In-dom-nible, and sweet

Bitch I’m fucking up these beats

Like I’m Johnny Storm or Superman

I’m layin’ down this heat, aye

[Bridge]

Empty Wallet

Now I’m out here writing checks

Drove a Wreck

Now I’m flying private jets

You impressed?

Spend my money on Armani

Bitch I once was dripped in sweats

Now the image of success

Younger me would’ve never fuckin guessed

[Verse 3]

I guess I chose Excess

Feelin’ like Ferris, drivin’ Rari’s in that Vest

If they’re sayin less in more then I guess I’ve got less

Wild in the night robe,’ like I’m Hugh Hef

Came a long way from that Classroom Pest

Never rest, til my fuckin wallet got blessed

I was obsessed

Ever single thought and action could attest

Wanted fame, just to prove I was the motherfuckin best

And I hit the fuckin' Bullseye

Dead on with a Kunai

Hotter than a Sauna in the middle of July

Balla at the Gala, got ‘em askin’ who’s that rude guy?

Me, motherfucker, spittin’ wicked til I ooze Pride

Simply comin’ in hot

Feelin’ like a fuckin Leprechaun up in his pot

Jottin’ fuckin Zeroes in the checkbook with no Dots

Bounty Hunter, gettin’ money when I kill the fuckin comp

Aye