Сингл / Трек
As I sit back and write this
Thinking of ways I can ignite this
Poetic fire, I'm a writer
Bringing you my life behind bars like prisoners up in Rikers
God, I might just have to put on a glittery glove like Mike does
Grabbing on my crotch, yelling out "Yeah, what, what!"
Till the cops come and give me life cause I killed this
God, premeditated I've elevated
Now my latest is labeled as immediate greatness
And I gotta work ten times harder just to feed my only daughter
But she's not even born yet
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even on yet
So I go off, show off my Mac needs a new hard drive
And more memory, I got hard drive due to flawed memories
Of me being broke and pissed
Never hopeless but I stood close to it
So I wrote this for those who go through it
Understand there's a reason for most of it
I am brown all around like smoker's lips
If you white it's alright we can all get lit
Every color in between with a dollar and a dream
We the kings and the queens let's toast to this
God, now I'm planning my next moves
YouTube's amassed mass amount of views
They say there's no way that he can lose
But I gotta pay dues until I hit the news
And they calling me the best true and living
Yeah I said it, I'm the greatest now I bet you start to listen
And pay attention, it don't cost much
And I hold it down till my bed is a coffin
God
This is everything
Striving to be king
Fighting for a dream
This is everything
This is everything
Living as a king
Flying through my dreams
This is everything
As I sit back and write this
Thinking of ways to be majorly paid
In a couple of days I take a flight quick
And be out of the States to a place where they praise me
For being me, it's funny how you get more respect overseas
So the goal is to travel the globe now
Not everyone can be a prophet in his own town
And I found that it's true
Yeah they miss you when you're gone
But when you return, they'll treat you like a don
And real life's not a hologram fam
Hustle my music as if I was moving hella grams
I put on for my city worldwide
The whole industry can sleep like they sipping on Thai
The naw PM, I wakes in the AM
And produce beats that'll quake when you play em
Earth rumbling plus the verse hurts
Make you rewind it back like a reverse verse
I'm independent so I need my Medicaid first
Plus my Obama phone you can call it what you want
This is just some of the ways we get by
This is just one of the ways I stay fly
With nothing but my fans I still be the man
And tell em thanks for giving like pumpkin pies
But I call em supporters
As an artist understand you support us
So with the love that you show with a tweet or a post
Some of us know we could be in the streets with the toast
Or laying six feet with the ghost
Or in my case working a 9 to 5 with nothing to show for it
Many forfeit, others want it so bad they force it
But I'm one with the forces
This is everything
Striving to be king
Fighting for a dream
This is everything
This is everything
Living as a king
Flying through my dreams
This is everything
All my Gods keep your hands up high
All my Gods put your hands up high
All my Gods keep your hands up
We all Gods, male, female, God don't got no sex
No race, omnipotent, omnipotence
It's the God, God
God everything
God laptops
God melanin
God dreadlocks
You already know that