[Hook]
[?] far, but look at me, I made it
Lift up the car, it’s the game, I played it
Now I’m on top
Now I’m high
And you mad 'cause the wins don’t stop
Way up so the blessins, them drop
I never gave in, no, I never gave up
I’m a fighter, yeah
I’m a fighter, yeah

[Verse: Yesify]
Shootin' from the top like May Day
And I go nuts on the mic like a payday
Hold up, what you say-say?
Lock me in the booth, I go cray-cray
Got no chill on the Friday with daddy
Came from battle rap to some boxin'
Society’s like poison—it’s really fuckin' toxic
All I say is nonsense
Retire like Logic
Bitch, I got the blade like a locksmith (Uh)
This is lyrical еxpression
I no longer have dеpression
I write songs that leave you guessin'
So much hidden meaning, it’s stressin' you out
So much numbers in my head like I forgot to count
And I ain’t fuckin' with your baby momma drama
And I’m in between words like a motherfuckin' comma
The amount of men I slaughtered
Left unbothered
Better worship me like I am your father
All you pussies are my daughter
Aye
[Hook]
[?] far, but look at me, I made it
Lift up the car, it’s the game, I played it
Now I’m on top
Now I’m high
And you mad 'cause the wins don’t stop
Way up so the blessins, them drop
I never gave in, no, I never gave up
I’m a fighter, yeah
I’m a fighter, yeah

[Outro: Yung Kaze]
Hello, please leave a message after the tone
Yo, what’s good?
It’s your boy, Kaze
You know, I used to fuck with your old shit
But to be honest, brother
You done turned into a sellout, my guy
You ought to get Javi back in the booth for an arena
Get your comedic fuckin' content back in tact
Or maybe hit up your boy Genz
To beat his peanut fuckin' head in the game, just for a couple views
Good thing that you got off yo ass and left the mic behind
To get yourself a girl to stop from goin' wild on some fuck shit
But hopefully, this ain’t interpreted in any different way than I intended
You wack as fuck, Yesify
Get yourself some bars instead of ruinin' these beats with the fuckboy lyrics like:
“The Man I Am Today”
Bruh, shut the fuck up
You ain’t even a man
We both teens and seekin' music
And your search is over, man
Sincerely, Yung Kaze