I illuminate as soon as the room gets grey
Fates the pitch black, that's when I shoot to space
I've been through shit, lets see how much you can take
You did your math wrong, haters
You better go back to school, and trash y'all papers
And ask y'all teachers how much of an ass you are
And add all digits
It'll come back that I don't give any fucks
So damn, go figure that you were wrong all a long
And I was busy making songs, making money
While you was typing some nonesense about Eminem
And adoptions
Like I was adopted by Marshal inside of a trailer full of boxes
And I can never help out the people that fell out of my life
That didn't support me and bailed out
Came back to the doc but I sailed out without him
Cause I built this ship on the god damn mountain!
Who would have thought I would have made a living doing this rap thing?
Nobody cause everybody was convinced I was bat-shit crazy
Even the baggage lady said I could wrap her bags up
Cause if I wanted to pursure a career in rap I would have a tough time
Said I was wack and I should fill out an application
I guess it didn't register cause now I'm top 20 on iTunes
And next to her, watching her sweat, bagging my groceries
No, I don't care, tell the hoe to sort those, please
Do it quick, cunt before I kick-punt your face into this milk carton!
These mother fuckers think they can get the best of me
They don't know they're helping me build my legacy
My will to fill my dreams is set in stone
I can't wait to see their face when I get my goal