I welcome you to the basement

Upstairs you can see the dreams we’re chasing

Right now our money ain’t even pencil shavings

We all tryna get the glory, the whips, the chains

At the same time we all tryna stay sane

These days no one’s the same once they hit fame

But become the same because everyone’s afraid to make change

Out of fear of making big bucks back to making change

When you start doing good everybody changes

In 5 days, my best friend became the perfect stranger

Who cares right now I’m buzzing

Ever seen your old girl become your cousin

Really most of these rappers are a dime a dozen

They all rhyme for nothing, just staring in the camera mean mugging

For the glory, the whips, the chains

So let this chorus stain your brain

I’ve dissed friends and family

For the glory, the whips, and the chains

Is it worth it?

Dog I ain’t perfect, but I aim to perfect these flows

And bring home the gold

To this city I roam, I dissed it on the last EP

But I love all these white people, I’m sorry

I guess this is an apology to anyone who is hearing me

I sold y’all out

For the women, clothes, and my pay see

I’mma need you all to jump like Swayze

I’m tryna get on a world tour, with Carly Rae Jepsen calling me baby

So I can call her maybe and we can rock like Jay Z

Or Rak in the 80’s

I’m headed on this voyage to fame

Then maybe I can get the glory, the whips, the chains

(Beat change)

Vehemently run through southern emcees like Hurricane Hugo

Scraping the sky like Manute Bol, touching down over these pseudo artists

Live my life uncharted, this is not for the weak-hearted

L.o.M.d is the king and it’s been that way from the get-go

Heavy metal, pedaling on instrumentals

They tryna dim me down, but I’m charged up like Toretto

My reign ain’t connected with bezels, rhymes are timeless

I’m the south’s finest

Southern hospitality, killing y’all with kindness

Y’all bring violence to cure the silence

They got sirens to cure the violence

It seems like everyone got a yellow belly or is spineless

Mindless, can’t find us in the haze

Not smoke, it’s the rappers we blazed

My entity, lead the L.o.M.d MVP to end up on your mp3

Perfected with chemistry, effortlessly flowing over heavy beats

You saw what happens when I hit it aggressively

Like Mr. Marcus, rocking the crowd know your role

A comfortable defeat like Dr. Scholls