I’ve been sinnin’, I leave the game dirty finished

Rhythm, I put all this wordplay in it

Winning streak, look at the mirror, damn, I’m feelin me

Been a beast, I kill a beat while smiling wickedly

Greatest ever, what I’m finna be, simpely

One by one get rid of all my enemies, vision clear

Looking at my bank account, counting digits, 3, lyrically

Beat this like I do symmetry, do I like this beat? n-word please

I’m destroying it, it’s unfortunate

Your songs are boring in the most boring sense

Porsche or Benz? I ain’t got no choice, shit

I just gotta go with this Toyota, heh

Walking around the house, I’m a big boss

Don’t go anywhere without my flip flops

Pyjama sagging, like in hip-hop

Pyjama-samming, feelin’ tip-top

It’s 1:48 on this clock

Time none-existent on my wrist watch

Time feeling trippy after big blunts

Heading for the top, this a pit stop

All the spliffs that I’ve rolled and all the songs that I wrote

After dark, is what I made a list of

And if you ever are tripping, come to me for assistance

I’ll tell you kindly to get lost

I can tell you my life is amazing

All day and all night I am blazing

On top of that I’m creating

Songs with a collab from God and Satan

I’ve been wasting too much time lately

It’s a big race, but I’m kinda lazy

I’ve been barely trying, it’s a bit crazy

I’ve been waiting, eyeing where this takes me (so let’s see)

I’ve been wondering if all this thirst for bling

Has been covering all the hurt it brings

And it’s comforting for me to think

That I’ve been coloring all the pictures in

And it’s wonderful, I’ve begun to pull

All the greatness out of this sunken skull

And I think I got something to admit:

I got a lung issue

I’ve become immune to all the gum I’ve chewed

So instead I’m eating rappers that I run into

They building a wall, well I’m punching through

Fuck up a school, oh what a gun can do

Catching up, put on my running shoes

Climbing to the top, it’s a stunning view

I’m your father like my son is you

I guess that means your name is Luke

I’m Darth Vader, I’m a star gazer

Catch some cards later, I’m McKinny Chase

I feel sharp pain in my large brain

When you start saying just about anything

In any case, flow got many shapes

Shapeshifting on you everyday

Anyway, got a heavy chain

Weightlifting, smoking many jays

Chain smoking, but remain focused

I’m only laying low, while staying sober

I’ll be making dough by taking toll

From the casualties of these tracks I painted, wow

Bob Ross, top-notch

Fuck off, you’re a lost cause

Nod nod, odd odd

Even a hot shot got a soft spot

Eating a hot dog hearing knock knock

Thinking I got caught, maybe not not

Hearing shots shots, shit fuck, fuck

Then I finally woke up

Man the life I’m living is a dream

I’m the happiest kid you’ve ever seen

And now it’s 3, let’s roll up some green

I don’t need sleep, I’m a rapping machine