Like martin Luther king i got a dream

When i drop a verse its a fire thing

You can nevver reach the height i peak

You can try mimic me like maraji

But you can never match the vibe i spit

You will nver be another me

Why you tryna put an end to me

Instead you should sing me eulogies

Why you looking at me like im competition

Mama told me son you always gottta listen

Cause forever there are always people watching

Wear a shirt and tie in a congregation

Now im coming back like hea you miss me

Know some of you still wanna diss me

Best believe that i come in peace and

You ain’t ever heard this me

Now I’m favourite

No competition

I’ll be top 1

In your sub division

Brought this heat

Straight out the kitchen

Im still cooking

Get your dishes

You take shots

Man i take picture

What i mean

Just in conclusion

Im the king

And you all peasants

Blah blah blah

Is all you speaking

Blah blah blah

Blah blah blah