I got you lined up in my sights but I
Don’t really know if you are worth my time
So I might try to be mister nice guy
But I ain’t ever been the fucking nice guy

(chorus)
Everything I do is for the benefit of I
Don’t you dare ask who the best there ain’t no other choice than I
Ain’t gon’ stop till everybody know for sho’ that I
Am the trifecta, me myself and I
(repeat)

This game in monotone
I’m gon’ go Mika on it
Most rappers try to be the scene I’ll revolutionize it
Walk in the club and they ain’t even playing rap no more
It’s cause the beats are stale and lyrics are put up for sale
Here’s my thing, I ain’t out to make nobody mad
But if the truth would make ‘em mad then that is pretty fucking sad
Maybe it’s a sign that some things need to change
Nearly all my motivation and inspiration came up from strange
I’ve got a theory maybe people would buy music more
If there were purposes in place to make the people want it more
With that in mind you can say I’m like the cause
If I inspire higher record sales I’ll be the game’s santa claus
Open your ears people, know what that sound is
It’s a combination of blood sweat and tears
I’ve poured all three into the music that I make
I just wanna fucking make it, I’ll have and eat my fucking cake