[Verse]
A dollar and a dream, shoutout Cole
Writin' verses aren't easy
Yeah, it's taking a mental toll
Remembering second grade and Spaulding
So appalling that half of you motherfuckers doubted me
It's exhausting the amount of W's that I take over L's
You'll never see a brother like me in a cell
Self-made millionaire in like 5 years
Heavenscent emotion in the air
Guardian crying tears of joy
Ever since a little boy I always knew I wanna do this rap shit
So I started making beats when quarantine hit but I ain't ever spit
Me K and P we gonna make it
Pass the kush 'round clockwise, DoorDash Popeyes
Logic on the track, what the fuck is Peanuts though?
She munchin' on some Peanuts though
Brookside pullin' up at the homecoming 2022
You know I never lose
Because you know it's trademarked baby