[ Featuring prodby.Waste ]
I'm still a young stunna, now we made it out that gutter
And I got too many people hit my phone up, world wonder
I'm on top of Giza, feel like Caesar
They call me up, do your feature
Frontpage magazine, ridin' in the back of limousines
Light it up like kerosine, hit and run, I'm never seen
I said it once before, I'm still iconic, jacket, Jimmy Dean
But I got me a cause, stay shoppin' fancy cars
I'm classic Bethovan or Bach, and maybe even Brahms
But I'm not three, I'm one, not done
Save my spot at the top, took an extra step had to do it for the fans
Reached above the podium
Loaded gun, live stock and barrel
Ballin' like Reggie with Carroll
I'm the commander and the chief
All up on you, green like Darrell
Cause I got more to prove
Cause I'm still on my grind
I'm sittin' at the table, hungry when it's dinner time
I made it to this moment
I made it to the top
I act like Drake without the ties, going nonstop
It's not Sunday, but I'm in my best, the suit and vest
I make 'em stop and stare like"Who is he?" but I digress
I'm on tangent like Bruce Banner
Life your knees up, MC Hammer
She a sucker for my style, all that glitz, glitz, and glamor
Glitz and glamor, got it on me, my chain be too icy
Sign on the dot like Nike
Spent a check on my balance, it's pricey
She better pull up in the Escalade, blackout windows, SUV
24 carats, 24 diamonds, I keep it classy, call me a king
Still with my crown in tact
Had many people stab my back
Wrote it before in some of my raps
Do it again, the weight of my past
But that ain't on my mental now we made it out
Proved 'em wrong, even myself
Still without a trace of doubt
Cause I got more to prove
Cause I'm still on my grind
I'm sittin' at the table, hungry when it's dinner time
I made it to this moment
I made it to the top
I act like Drake without the ties, going nonstop
