[Verse 1: Novatore]

Everything that I desire is entirely

Within my reach, it's in my soul where the fires breathe

Can still get wild but the person you aspire to be

Is tired of defilin', in time it's gotten vile to me

Ugh! And mixing whiskey with the soda's over

Still when I'm a senior pack a pistol in the shoulder holster

Just 'cause I'm gone don't mean the show is over (Nah!)

I'm bolder than I was, don't need to show the fact I'll fold a soldier

I ditched the villains who could only pillage and dеstroy

I'm breathin' life into the vеry thing that I enjoy

Fiction transformed to fact, visions manifested

Livin' in The Matrix where my limitations undetected

Followers sayin' he's a god to me

The second coming is my seventh son in my discography

And every record that I sell, I'm the Sole Creator

Creative soul, it's pen to paper 'til I meet the maker

[Chorus: Novatore]

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

[Verse 2: Chris Crack]

I've been the dopest, nobody told me that I could do this

So I'm folding you little guys up, you try to sit home on your phone

You could never get as high as us, you wanna come sit at our table, you wasn't fly enough

It's just some big old shit gettin' my dick sucked watchin' crypto tips Your shit trash how you missed those hits? Plugged in and how you get those kicks?

I'm kinda trippy, what you mix those with? I ain't gon' sweat it

I'm tomato to ketchup, you just what? Let's not overstep it

You just king to some checkers and you never let 'em know if you stressin'

Huh! I won't go into nothin' extra 'cause I ain't dry snitchin', now it's bye bitches

Can't be the king of the parking lot forever, no one better than mad scientists

No clients and this thing hit you, heard the screech of the tires

Damn! she just here to make sure I take all my vitamins

[Chorus: Novatore]

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

[Verse 3: Moecyrus]

Ugh! I'm 'bout to fuck up the industry

Holiday's over, bitch, take down your Christmas tree

MOE bickering, cool, let me get 'em, G

Livin' life a shame to me, new face a mystery (What?)

Old me is history, I ain't gonna front

It took five years to staple this flow that's begun

Let me cock this shit back and I'm aiming for the stars

'Cause it's all about the vibes, boy, fuck your little bars

Fuck your little crew, little clique, little fake followers

You're a little boy, little kid, little toddler

Cyrus onto something and his sleeve gettin' longer

Crooked spine suckers only want me for my posture

Uhh! Uhh! You like the way I pronounce

This beat is like your placement checks, all they do is bounce

Double dribble right between your legs, Muggsy Bogues

This was just a mic check, hit 'em with the flow

[Chorus: Novatore]

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit

Listen, I birthed a lot of shit

I birthed the hustle on that first day I got a zip

But still you fronting like I’m not legit

Transform a person to a patient when I rock your shit