[Verse 1]

They hate on my grind but they don't do nothing like how idles be

I can just sit here and do my thing and they starting rivalries

I lead this place like roman reigns I am the tribal chief

Doing this shit again this isn't even near my final siege

These fuckers look at you, they'll judge you and start talking smack

Lots of people hate me but I just ignore it and keep walking back

Which creates an illusion of being scared but I'm letting the universe do it's thing

They claim karma ain't gonna do nothing, okay do it the wrong way

[Hook]

Most of y'all are cactus bitches fuck you pricks

You can come and talk to me if nobody gives a shit

They charging me up, like impregnation they filling it

And Imma aim for the skies that's why the ceiling's hit

[Verse 2]

Life's kind of hard seems nice at the start, now I got ice in my heart

I mic up, spit bars to try to get some light in the dark

Cause the only way I get through this is doing what I love

Can't write enough, what helps me also is praying to the most high above

I'm a God fearing man that prefers a God fearing woman

There's a reason why I ain't looking yo I've been dodging some bullets

I've been creeping through a war zone, in every single block

I'm hearin gun shots and it's all a murder plot

That's why I'm never anywhere I'm at a certain spot

They trynna steal my shine, call that a curtain block

I live in hater's minds, I don't even need to rent it

So Imma keep grinding, ain't nobody gonna prevent it

They see me rising and try to bring down my ascension

Dogs that bark don't bite, man they just woof for attention

Worked hard on lyrics and people wash it away like the words in chalk

I'm getting married to the game I got cold feet so I need thermal socks

Like the dryer's on I got heat in my genes (jeans) it's hereditary

If you fuck with me, I got your death writin' on this paper like an obituary

My dark thoughts always hitting me I always got plenty more

How can I be happy? My own grandfather doesn't wanna see us anymore

No matter what the bad shit finds me, always fucking happens

So I'm taking all my pain and anger towards this rap shit

[Hook]

Most of y'all are cactus bitches fuck you pricks

You can come and talk to me if nobody gives a shit

They charging me up, like impregnation they filling it

And Imma aim for the skies that's why the ceiling's hit

[Verse 3]

My rhymes dispersing got verses like the first testament

Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this

Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture

They wanna seize me quicker when they all see me richer

It's funny how when I don't want girls they calling lame and whack

Next thing you know they calling me a fuckboy when I get a little bit of ass

The world hates everything I do and that's facts

They talk about me like they stalking at the max

Haters keep flowing just like water taps

Cause they all know that Shaco is back