作词 : Vincent Jacovelli/Nicholas Villarreal

作曲 : Kacper Joskowski

Yeah

I been feeling like a

How can I say it?

I been feeling like a superhuman

Music booming, get a beat then abuse and bruise it

Losers fuming

Got 'em mad, dude's improving

But the truth is you’ve been

Falling off and that’s not my problem

I just play the hand that I was dealt

Hating on me won’t get you commas

You should probably focus on yourself

If you want to get paid

Better get on the move when the rent's late

Man I've been broke too till I made them tunes

And I got that loot from the pen game

And I won’t go back

Aim and attack anybody in the path who hold me back

I don’t bite my tongue I'ma writе these facts

Till my hands go numb or my sight go black

All for the fans

All for thе folks

All for the ones that never lost hope

Even in the past when I was dead broke

Till I found my way and became the goat

Remain provoked

I got 'em all big mad

Rich off rap I really just did that

Album dropping, brace for the impact

No lobotomy, it’ll blow your lid back

Y’all been a mess though

Dirty as menstrual

Cycles, I'll show you how I keep it fresh though

No matter the stress load

Give me the bag and I pull up like presto

Houdini

Move like David Blaine you can’t see me

Have y'all disappear from this game and I make it look easy, bitch

I’ll stomp you out in my Yeezys, bitch

New god flow, this my bible

So now I lead my disciples

Instead of just following the cycle

I been so ten toes down

They started comparing me to Michael

Jackson, Jordan, Tyson

Either way know I'm coming for the title

'Cause y'all know

I never lose, never in the mood

I don't even gotta think about it or pretend to do it

I ain't even gotta pull it outta me, I inner view it

Know that this not rehearsed

I got a gift that just occurs

Write a hook and universe

They like "How's he so down to earth?"

Lemme show 'em how magic works

Look Expelliarmus

Let's be honest

Y'all shoulda known that we keep it on us

I shoot for the stars and comets

Here for the commas

Not for the comments

Here for alignment like I designed it

Cut from a (cut from a) different cloth and garment

I'm a fire emoji, I'm a Scotch bonnet

I'm a flame thrower, I'm a lost pilot

Running out of mileage

I'ma break the silence with a head on collision

I don't fly by it, I abide by it

If I'm not top 5, I'ma die tryin'

I'ma highlight it and fight to climb it

Look up, the son has risen bitch

'Cause when I'm in the building

They in they feelings

Wait stop it

Pay homage

To the best sound out since Chronic

From the beats, to the pen, to the pockets

Ain't nobody out now this poppin'

And they’re not artists

They’re not starving

They just left throne here unguarded

So don't **** around and get me started

This ain't your market

I marked my target

Living the dream

Tripled the money and doubled the streams

Started with fans, they turned into fiends

Look at the numbers you know what I mean

Look at the scene, I shoot at the screen

Look at my blood, this shit in my genes

Usually nothing's ever what it seems

But lookin' at me you gotta believe

I been copping a new yacht with a view

Ain’t no wonder why the god damn kid so wavy

Locked in the booth, dropping a few platinum records this year

Vin about to go crazy

I been the truth, I been the proof

Ain't no wonder why they been hating lately

I been aloof to how I don't lose

Winning feels amazing, baby

I just elevate a craft

Hella way to rap

Yeah, I can blow the bag

And then make it back

Y’all ain't never made rack

Celebrate a plaque

Yeah or never did anything to compare to that

Y'all going down like mutha****in' elevator shaft

I’m rising up to this day

I can air it out like a mutha****in' Darth Vader mask

And destroy everything in my way, bitch