Wonder why y'all hate
I design my day
And if I lose my mind
Then I'll find my way
Getting high all day
But the pride don't stay
You created this game
But I don't play
See I ride always
Never find my face
In the ground I lay
Always tie my lace
As I climb these ranks
I defy all planes
I can fly myself
I can buy my way
If no one helps
I can sign my fate
To the price I pay
And the price I pay
Is decided by the weight that I carry
8 digits make it look like I barely tried
But apparently I, prepared these lines
Like fine chopped chives, so you hear me right
As I bury time with these murdered rhymes
Clearly I am fairly fly
Like the bugs that find this beat that died
Gettin' rich with my fellas
Make it rain like umbrellas
We go up propellers
Get bank like a teller
You know what the tell us
We the best to ever do it
Prove it, move it, one rhyme at a time
Until I'm lucid, lose it on the beat
Then shoot it, boot it
To the other side
Who is stupid on the beat?
It is yours truly who be I
Move the movie to be moving through the eyes
Of my mind
Soon the ruling class will choose me, fuse me like a smoothie
Rudely shoot me prove the loonies right
Who knew I could die