[Verse 1]
I'm in the position
I'm a carrier pigeon
Don't got a religion
I know that you feelin'
I know it's tradition
A family addiction
Got no competition
I'm wishin', I pitch in
It's fiction
You're fishin' for your decisions
And I'm itchin'
With friction, it's an ignition
This is delicious
And healthy too, asparagus
I'm venomous, I'm suspicious
Every day is Christmas
Every day is business
Every day is sickness
Every way is malicious
Impulsiveness gettin' the better of me
Wantin' to be somethin' that I never could be
Wantin' to see somethin' that I never could see
I'm the best you ever could be
When I freestyle, I'm free
And secretly it's a plea
It's an arrow to the knee
It's an "oh, fuck me"

[Verse 2]
Wanna be a pop band with the pots and the pans
And I'll blame all the fans for all the fame and the cash
Insane, made a little boy turn into a man
Garage of my toys, that's a plan
'Rari and a Rols Royce with a spray tan
On ten with my brain in her hands
Complain about my chest pains, smoke a couple grams
Stay the same way, gettin' no play
Glass a champagne, line of cocaine and I'm down

[Verse 3]
Sippin' gin, I don't care who you been
Father I have sinned, throw me in the bin
With a grim grin but I grimace
Why won't you hear us in stillness?
I ain't finished but listen
I am wicked, a museum exhibit
Yeah, you know I'ma kill it
Yeah, you know I'm the realest
Yeah, you know it's a given
Don't wanna give in
Dreams are vivid
Dreams of being imprisoned
Dreams of everything that I have hidden
I have a vision
Telekinesis like Eleven when I go to heaven
I'll be the villain and magician