[Verse 1]:
I hate bullies
Hate that you can be racist but love A Boogie
You got one friend from NY, think you know Brooklyn
Got your first check, spent it on a logo hoodie
Broke so long, you needed to stunt right?
Someone needs to see that you paid a price
Poverty has its wounds, so you heal with swipes
Helps you sleep at night
Stepping on snakes got me snakeskin loafers
Supreme selvedge jeans, a makeshift hoster
Pull up to the function palms open, skull glowing
Lord, keep me away from these hoes in mens clothеs
Keep me away from the price of a mans soul
If you need mе rich make me rich
If you need me broke make me broke

[Chorus]:
I got wrath in me but I train it
Fashion on me, you can’t read it
Everyone else comfy, I gotta be it
20 years in, now I see it

[Verse 2]:
They are not gatekeepers, they not sleeping
They noticed, kept quiet, competing
Don’t call me a legend, just got these 9's wet
Too many get called legend
Just cause they ain’t die yet
Got no knowledge, just need my soul proper
Think you so poppin dawg, you a soap opera
You grass is greener guy, you’ze a grasshopper
Can’t let them wear me out, I know the world watching
Can stand in one place and be a globe trotter
Who lied and said the goal is to have no problems?
So much good problems can fill a book bout 'em
No form round him, walking clear water
Cable ripper outer, I’m a showstopper
Name got more louder, fame and more power
So these targets on my body like Stone Island
Before He Say She Say Issey Miyak’ it was Brocs
And Beefs
Or second hand butters that popped from the seams
Quarter waters sip on the crates, recalling the block
We were stars, thinking small, now we large in them spots
What we have is enough, give it all that I got
Made it triple, made it square root of nine
Made it pimple, made it pop
Made it out of the forgotten
I can read your contracts 'cause they stole from my dollars
Keep me out your parties, I'm not in any detention
Can win in office doing no politicking
Keep me sensitive, I be thinking for many
I don’t think in two cents, can’t pay me in pennies
I'm cool with a sneaker deal and my hair when I’m 60
Cool with a record deal 'long as it ain’t a prison
Bummie on Rodeo, Loewe in the trenches
Terrible at texting when I'm handling business
You can tell I’ve changed
From the fitness to diction
Wings don’t melt off me cause I know my limits
[Chorus]:
I got wrath in me but I train it
Fashion on me, you can’t read it
Everyone else comfy, I gotta be it
20 years in, now i see it

[Verse 3]:
This is not for Flex to drop bombs on us again
But he did blend us after “All About The Benjamins”
After the encouragement, started to think and reminisce
Dreams come true but some be tainted a bit
Praying for the victims and I pray for Diddy’s sins
Some wait for revenge, I be praying for his kids
Hard to know what’s true but I saw what I did
Who led you astray? Was the payment worth the end?
Stay in this game enough you’ll know many skeletons
What will you follow? hatred’s the latest trend
I guess it’s easier to point fingers then shake a hand
Tempted to judge but I get brave and then rescind
Look at all the steps it done took to make a band

[Outro]:
I got wrath in me, but i train it
Lightman