[Verse]
Yo, the young african, black and white with the fastest pen
Never acted, you suckers ain't rappers, you into action flick
Look at the cash I get, Zach can spit with the savages
We cut from different cloths, you couldn't last in this fabric
Pacifist got it cracking, what happened? I was back packing
It was snapping with lines that hit your side and make your lungs collapse
I'm over bragging, I get it, I need to get back to real
But this hype shit got them jumping, I'm not the one they can chill
Success came in addiction, man on a mission, no fictions
Ten K for a show at home and no promoter that's a whishing
For a year at junior college, fuck college, this n***a skipped it
They speaking 'bout economics, I got it from Miss Ambition
Flow hot like the AZ summer, no pool and no air condition
YouTube with hella subscriptions, my album in the description
Made eighty K in a month with no label, don't need permission
I'm eating nothing but green in my pocket now that's nutrition
My fans understand the plan got me tatted that's in the scription
I got Passion of the Christ like Mel Gibson, don't think they get it
If they would listen, they'd see that this music is my religion
A heart that's made out of gold but a soul that's black as my pigment
I ain't fucking with you n***as, haha, sheesh
I ain't fucking with you n***as