[Verse 1: Kwam]

Uh
First I map the plan out then see how it pan out
You a grown man still waiting for a handout
And now you wondering why you never stand out
Guess your time ran out and I'm the man now
When these amateurs hear flows off my manuscript
Froze up like mannequins, no luck in catching him
Tiptronic flipping gears, swallowed by the bucket seats
I been doing this for years, wanna learn fuckwithme
CEO see I'm trying to build companies
Don't need no friends, let the money keep me company
Haters getting mad but it's never that deep though
Fishing through beats I was trying to find Premo
Found J-U-L-S now I couldn't care less
They nodding so hard they're head knocking the headrest
Taking bets, getting checks I see no threats
X'd out whoever you thought had next

[Verse 2: Kwam]

Uh
The flow I just started is for the dearly departed
I killed the game man I'm sorry, I did it all for the glory
Record was set in orbit and I turned black hearted
Doctors don't know what to call it, I know I'm a rapaholic
They be like Kwam you got it, these others raps are garbage
But now I'm back in college, professors dropping knowledge
Now I'm thinking commas; dollars in illegal commerce
Hard to think modest when your touch's like the Midas
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my rings
Whether Trinidad or Lebron I'm balling like James
You thirsty for fame, they calling my name
You know I'm 'bout the Euros, that foreign exchange
Blow it all when I'm back in Accra
Make all my haters snap like the back of a bra
Got the girl of your dreams in the back of the car
Just off of these bars, why you think I rap in these songs?
Winning..
Babylon!