Verse 1:

People wana debate that I was sick from the start
Addicted to bars, I wrote till they considered it art
Now im the greatest, inundated, with precision I passed
The illest illustrated, now I've figured my path
Yeh, and every scheme, is perfection I've written
If ever, vender’s, listen, im a mention, but the menace is missing
Every sentence, settles, to sever a victim
Whatever im penning, or pending, has incredible diction
Every sentiment is venom, you can tell them the difference
Hand of God, like maradona, with a pen in the distance
Uh, im too sick and I ain't changing for the market
I keep my pen game raw, constrained out of hardship
Fuck all the 16’s you men rate, the hardest
Im roman centurions putting the end game on Carthage
Yeah, name a bar that’s as sick as that
Beast like, name a bar that could give them that?

Chorus (2x)

I opened my eyes so I could see my path
I opened my eyes so I could see at last
I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams intact

Verse 2:

Im the new era like the mark on your fitted cap
A fucking savage, like I was starved in a prison camp
& Fuck rappers ill charge them to give them dap
I make money like I was at Harvard to sit in class
But I was in the studio, mastering a different track
Dreams of being a king, even Martin considered that
Then the fun stopped, gun shots, to leave his picture black
Leaders left in coffins, their sons gonna miss their dads
That’s what war is, the funds keep this shit intact
Bodies drop daily from the funds of aristocrats
Fuck royalty, I’d rather cum in your sister’s snatch
Big D, the greatest to ever live when I grip a pad
I stay on point with every bar and now they’re sick of that
All of my competition wana try and figure that
But there fat fucks, get clapped up, and ill zip the bag
Conscripted that, now try to tell me who’s as sick as that?

Chorus (2x)

I opened my eyes so I could see my path
I opened my eyes so I could see at last
I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams intact

Verse 3:

I used to care what they thought about my music
I used to dumb my bars down just to get some views in
Now im viewing, life different, it’s soothing
My plights written, with high venom, so im improving
So I can build, KGR from the ground up
Foundations needed, audacious heathens, till they’ve crowned us
Yeh, but they still want to chat shit
Some anguish, cause im unbranded, like a maverick
No label, no fables, on my track list
It’s just me and the finish line like a track is
Uh, and real talk this is practice
Its god given, im the boss spitting, yeh im that sick
I breathe on a mic then perfection is born
It’s for the streets that I write etched to my sword
On the beats I reside until my affection is torn
Fuck defeat I would die and would have bled for a cause
I won’t cease I will rise that's what my section where taught
I'm the deepest of guys with complexion in thoughts
Fuck a reason to ride I'm a enter this war
And let my team men collide with the henchmen they’ve brought

Chorus (2x)

I opened my eyes so I could see my path
I opened my eyes so I could see at last
I opened my eyes to redeem the facts
So my eyes are wide open to keep my dreams