[Intro]
(Milan, you really made it)

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out
Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out
N***as talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now
But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down
I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent
When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon
No, I ain't talking bout no Megan, but my girl a Stallion
[?] bank account, got more than a thousand

[Verse]
I could climb up any mountain
Water my wrist, not talking fountain
Stacks on stacks on stacks, I'm counting
Bad lil bitch, I think she's Italian
This not that hard, it don't take no effort
Whole lotta red, not talking Carti, I feel like Clifford
Sticking with my dogs, yeah, my German shepherds
And I pray to God everyday, the lord's my [?]
I'll worry about that after, lemme switch the chapter
And I got the word everyday, feel like the pastor
Looking at my numbers going up faster and faster
And I jumped out the Porche, [?]
Shout out my boy [?]
And I'm on [?], I don't got no time for [?]
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm in the hall, tryna make it out
Had some homies died up in the past, they ain't make it out
N***as talking bout my music's trash, you mistaken now
But right now, I feel like the best, lemme break it down
I started rapping at the age of 6, I just had the talent
When I rap, I'm putting on a show, feel like Jimmy Fallon
No, I ain't talking bout no Megan, but my girl a Stallion
[?] bank account, got more than a thousand