[Verse 1]

5 AM I'm writing raps

I be penning sixteens that are all over the map

Telling stories that'll bring me into glory

People working for me

Treat the relay a torch and finish the track

Yeah, and my nigga I fucking made it

You niggas stayed down while I fucking elevated

A lot of hype starting to surround me

Gurantee these niggas hate it

They say drink to pass the time so I fucking Alize'd it

This ain't as easy as it looks

They judging me like I'm the cover to a book

Out here tryna punch my ticket all my niggas getting booked

They got some nerve to ask what it took just to get here?

Not in the same position as last year

Yeah, now I'm the hottest thing going

Telling me make some magic

Hit the spot she never showing

You niggas had the spotlight but now I'm forever glowing

Gave my soul for this shit

I paid my dues for this shit

Uh, I always tried to make news with a hit

That non-fiction only thing that I spit

And by the way; I'm as real as it gets nigga

Call me King Wade I'm winning like King James

Earn more gold the hardwood equivalent to a ring

For real, all my niggas is ill

They know I want the

Cars and clothes

The money and the hoes

I hope I get it all by spitting these flows

A nigga getting high cause I was tired of the lows

Sorry but that's how the game goes

Uh, I tried to make em all listen

I was the only nigga playing multiple positions

On a team full of scorers cause I was through assisting

So consistent; have you going all ballistic

Feast

The game's a jungle I finally learned how to eat

Friends are like money man they change every week

Going hard at 18 and haven't even reached my peak

Yeah, or all the pinnacles I plan to reach

Y'all need me cause I'm on some new shit

A dog in the fight some out of the Blue shit

Feeling like Yayo

I'm as hot as Fresno

Bring them red beams to ya eyes boy, Kano

Just recycle my bars you ain't changing it

These trash niggas getting signed call it Waste Management

Money make a nigga crazy

Yeah, pussy make a nigga lazy

Uh, heard the game screaming somebody save me

Yeah, but this type of money would ruin you

But you ain't me, so I guess school was school

Uh, it cultivated all of my daydreams

And taught me life was just bullshit and some lame schemes

I wanted more than the rest, could you blame me?

I'm so different: my life's a Picasso painting

My life's a Picasso painting nigga