[Verse: Caskey]
Yeah, serenade me into a deep sleep
Terrified that my life won't ever reach peaks
Verified before the blue check
Two-step over my enemies' graves, who's next?
At Heaven's gate, at an angel estate
A couple deities bet upon the duals of my fate
Observin', "He got potential to go do somethin' great
But the circumstance he born into hard to escape"
Crossroads, sixteen, I first got a plate
Then lost hope, when Dad shot himself in the face
Seein' happy homes, wonderin', "How can I relate?"
In that pill bottle paradise was where I'd escape
Hard to relate to the industry plants, came in with rich parents
I got the pounds wholesale like this shit clearance
They never worked them a scale, homie, and it's apparent
Shocked that I'm in this neighborhood, I guess it's a Karen
Yeah, tattoos cover my face brim
Sunk so low in the seat, look like I can't swim
Drop a couple songs, say that you the GOAT
Man, I know that you a lot of things, but you ain't him
Sinister as a church of Satan minister
Blackin' out like when drugs get administered
Just say the word and my homies do geometry
That mean we multiplyin' outside your perimeter
Black Sheep came for the lion share
Explosives made at home, but they weren't for the science fair
They told me, "Stay calm, like you in Vietnam and dropped bombs"
I'm doin' warfare on streams and dot coms
The doctor said I'd be a menace, he not wrong
The guns not gettin' the picture, they got drawn
I said I'm makin' hits, I didn't mean hot songs
I meant "Billy and the Purple Datson"
The type of verse make 'em reconsider if they really got some
I'm turnin' Yelawolf, I could be more Mod Sun
Been crankin' up the NOS, I could be more God's Son
They tappin' out like an interview on Hot Ones
I got flows for days, y'all ain't good as my throwaways
The chain flooded like the world back in Noah days
They overpay, go to sell it and it don't appraise
Is goin' broke just a phase of the growin' pains?
Aw shit... man, if that shoe fit
You could never walk a mile in my size tens
Plenty rappers comin' through the TV
But can't sell a CD 'cause they fans only ride trends
Black Sheep Cult, put down the weed smoke
So drug addicts in my family tree could see hope
Man, I gotta be void of weakness
Gon' do so much offense, hope that y'all enjoy the defense
Sit there, wide-eyed in my designed uniqueness
My only secret, my girl's Victoria Secret
Frequent, neighborhoods unsafe to the outsiders
Neighborhoods where gettin' money make you outliers
How you a legend but you never had no clout prior?
I'm at the jeweler 'cause they know I'm a devout buyer
"Oh my God, don't he know that that depreciate?"
Not really, if it's somethin' that I appreciate
Why the hell broke motherfuckers see how I spend my money
Then come round and try to mediate?
I don't need no advice
From people in a worse situation than I've ever been in my life
It's like Piers tryin' to give financial game to Kanye
Go make a million 'fore I give you the mic
'cause in this life, your results the only thing make you right
And most people criticize you just out of spite
I never respect nobody for the hype
I just take the bar set and raise it to different heights
That's right
[Outro: Piers Morgan & Kanye West]
... normally—
Piers, Piers, Piers
Piers, how much money are you worth?
Not as much as you, sadly
Exactly, so take my advice, maybe you'll get richer