[Verse]
Revenge taste so damn good, had to lick my fingers
Tech calling like I'm Draymond, I'm in San Fran, this a new arena
I know n***as that was on tour selling white girl wit' a lil' accent, call it Dua Lipa
Accountants put accounts onshore, so when money talks, I need duolingo
Bitch! I'm on my high horse for the naysayers, I got god with me, I don't say prayers
Beat the odds, n***a, wasn't guarding me, this a game changer
This creates a player, A&Rs tryna be Blueface, tell me rap first
Try to pay me way, way, way later, gotta up my cut, like a haymaker, n***a
I'm one of them black folks, I got thick lips, bitch, I'm lactose
But I still milk the fucking game, like I'm Doja Cat, though
Told my n***as truth, try to reel him in, like a lasso
All this rap shit ain't the only hope, it's the last hope
Shit is too far, you're just seeing it too close, gotta look at the macros, n***a
Now it's like Ducktales, got the banknotes doing backstrokes, n***a
I was like, "Fuck 12", when the plan clothes brought attack dogs with 'em
I see the task force setting trap doors, bitch, I'm
Gil Scott, I'm the last poets, bitch, I'm 2Pac with a passport callin' Castro, n***a
If I had a kid, he'd prolly say, "Fuck 12", like, all the time
"Son, it's storytime, there was a boy named Korey Wise
Back when I had the backpack on me, rap n***as turned they back on me
Like For Your Eyez, n***as finally see they outta they league, like Mike Jordan with the 45
I'd probably be richer than Hov if I had a dime every time the lawyer tried
Or my father got caught in lies, and my mama was mortified
It was three boys and a solo mom, n***a, two hands up to Holy God
N***a, one mo'fucking king came from soil rised, I'm immortalized
Old n***as can't fuck with me, new n***as can't fuck with me
You n***as got walked through the business, I ain't have that luxery
Raps hitting like a mo'fucking rat trap, now you n***as stuck with me
None of this shit was luck (Hold up, hold up, I'ma go back to the last scheme)
I don't know if y'all know or not, y'all been writing nonsense
What you know about going home fucking starving 'cause the dollar fries came out to a dollar, nine cents?
'Fore mama died, mama used to say all the time, "Don't worry, it's all in time"
So when you see me, don't ask me to fucking freestyle, 'cause this is more than rhymes, n***a, fuck