[Intro: Costa Titch]
They don't wanna see us win
They don't wanna see us shine, huh-huh
Young kid, big dreams
I been working for a dime, huh-huh
They put a price on my back
Damn, you don't wanna do that, huh-huh
Now I'm sitting on a throne, huh-huh
Leave me alone

[Chorus: Costa Titch]
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like ayy, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great

I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm likе Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm likе Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
[Verse 1: Frank Casino]
I'm like Gucci, Prada, Balenci-, nah, nah, nah
I am all like Chrissy, yah, yah, yah
You should see me out in person
The bags I get can buy her Birkin
I'm out here swervin', 360 deals
I need my half with the quarter dollar bills
I am here with someone's daughter, and we somewhere in the hills
Leave rappers in the bloodbath, some in they feels
I put my chains without no chains, got them in the field

[Verse 2: 25K]
I don't play safe, barely had a bis
Killer mfana o ke Motlapa
Lebodi hollow stick ke ntho ya nix mpama eo tllapa
Bare killer kele trapstar broad day o tsamaya le lekhowa
Ever tried to win a summer nominee letje meshipa yao khora
Pina e tshwara mollo b'yang e bass killer o fetso e khoma
O tlhokomele mochini gao sa tlhokomele o latlha sight yao roka
I'm the ghetto version Michael Jordan mara flow we kea taga
Wena o tlohelo iketsa bishop ro rekisetsa tja'ak

[Chorus: Costa Titch]
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like ayy, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
[Verse 3; Costa Titch]
She say, "How you spell great?"
I say, "C-O-S-T-A"
She say, "How you spell legend?"
I say, "T-I-T-C-H"
Homie, I been going through it
Got a thick skin for the hate
Oh and bitch, I just got in
Now they compare me to greats, huh
So I just made a bag and I invested in the business
Can't give fucks about a chain cause I got stocks up in the markets
Bitch, I ain't giving no cuts, everything I make I got it
I'm allergic to the label, hold me up and going nuts
At how you posting artwork and expect that shit to sell
Ooh, they copy with the label, man, this shit is looking dell
Now they say they going gold but not with recent mineral pirate
Scared of the new climate, career's getting quiet
And bitch, I'm going in, in, in
All you haters phuma kim, kim, kim
You do nothing for the team
You do nothing for my woes
Can't even go toe to toe
We've been trying to blow for years
So excuse me if I curse, bitch

[Chorus: Costa Titch]
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like ayy, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like Prince, Michael Jordan, Luther
I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba
I'm like ayy, yeah, I'm great
Uh, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great
Ayy, ayy, yeah, I'm great