[Verse 1: Carl]
I'm feeling great
Vinaigrette on my dinner plate
Steak and Yoda
My homie Obi Wan get the cake
But don't make the quota
They can hate but won't shake the vote up
I was there when they signed the ballad
Little box and it's full of names
She skittle pops on my window pane
Think my new shit hot? Girl I been in flames
My stupid thoughts hit the ceiling fan and they spin around
I ain't hear a sound
Silly people bring the fear around, they should stay at home
I'm just trying to pull this year around they say go ahead
Man just take em' home
What you know is dead
I see gold ahead
They don't know where he at
But I'm hanging on by a golden thread
Nowadays it's hella homies dead
In Palestine they see only red
So Wisam and I cutting holy bread
Holy shit he hit the holy flow
Can't evade him in the holy field
EB told him defeat all illusions
Everybody feel it cause they know it's real
N***as comin off a EP
Damn they made that shit look easy
Talk about me but don't see me
Like Stevie or something
Walk around me but don't greet me or nothing
Still hungry I ain't even eat yet
They wonder what kitchen they heating me up in
I know it's hot but I don't even sweat
Guess I'd rather keep it G instead

[Verse 2: Supa Bwe]
Ain't nobody close to seeing Fred
Do you believe in Fred, Do you believe in magic?
Break this holy bread because my homies fed me
We don't see no taxes
It's only family, I can smell the Grammys
Can't you smell the grams my n***as hold around me
While the five tryna make quota out me
As they bury me deep in white phosphorus
It's the apocalypse
Can't stop my apotheosis
School taught me I was incompetent
In and out offices
Can't stop my apotheosis
Turned up and turned on my confidence
Got a whole lot of it
Can't stop my apotheosis
Gave myself options and opted to build you a monument
Showing you apotheosis