Check me out on this fat track
Used to be the kid that they laughed at
Now I be the kid that they mad at
Haha, tables turn, karma is a bitch ain't it
Aiming with this lyrical weapon you n***as better pay me
Stand in front my island like my first name Cayman
I came in with nothing but I gotta leave with something
Got my game face even if I know bluffing
Gotta stand tall no matter how deep the fall
Cause imma climb right back up and I don't need backup
I do this all by my lonely wrote this while eating baloney
Really nothing you could tell me and these n***as won't hold me, back
Like I never left, n***as curvy like a treble clef I cut em all off like yeah who next
Who vex, who wan test ?
Know that I'm blessed, no weapon formed against me shall prosper
And I heard that from my mom like every Sunday
Wasn't sitting in church like every Sunday
With my baby, go to McDonald's and order a sundae
That's what I did on Sundays
Still a man of God, no man could judge me..

Check me out with this ill flow
Get caught in it you drown slow
This mind of mine explosive, might blow
Here comes the boom, duck for cover
Better prepare your tomb, out comes the doom
Since I came out the womb, I was bound to bloom
Been shitting on these n***as like I drank some prune
Remember writing down raps in the back of the class room
No tunes, just a pen and a pad it's all true
So devoted to my dreams hope i get to break through
And do what I wanted to do
And do everything these n***as told me I couldn't do
Now when I'm in the room with you it's uncomfortable
Cause you looked down me, frown on me, damn homie in high school you was the man homie
But i ain't trippin I'm so focus on getting things I couldn't afford
Get it? Ford focus, silly..