Verse:

Getting chilli looking forward to a cold winter

Heat up beats I'm a microwave to cold dinners

Get into clubs under 21 I'm that nigga

No L's on this train, To tracks I'm a WINNER

My flow's a boat with no holes it can't sink ya

My time can't be wasted, on these fucking pretenders

My eyes is open, my visions is clearer

I see right through you niggas J realness is so relentless

Mixtape droppin' haters soon demolish

I'm worth more than ya'll profit, my drive knock you out parkin'

Understand significant buisness ya'll failures

Rappin' yo ass off on beats but making no figures

I'm the new thriller, since Michael Jackson

Don't need a red jacket swaggin' on dead rappers

I'm lifes wonder with God's blessings the full package

I'm on my Michele Cranston cooking up the best shit

Is this what victory feels like, after working hours them long nights

And finally getting paid what you was due, to find out these niggas still hate you

Damn

Hows that for reality

I'm Killing these beats, I call em fatalities

I'm not in these streets, but my music moving drastically

Rest in peace to Paul Walker

No longer riding dirty

This that Whitney Houston drowing in your own furry

But if the pain kill fuck it man I'm gettin' tipsy

You about a young buck I'm bout counting 50's

They say sell your soul for money join illuminati

Just pray for me, and my existence and my existence can turn to good livin'

And that good livin' into good achievements Its like crack nigga

I've been feenin'