I'm tryna get a billion on the books, no clue how a ceiling looks
Got monster concepts and we killing hooks
You shook, all in your feelings so stop with them grillin' looks
You ain't no villain, you Dillon Brooks (ha)
Let me guess, you on your grizzly, tryna diss me
I'm looking at him like Bron, "Dawg, who is he?" (Who?)
Outpace motherfuckers on the 10-speed (we out)
This Ukrainian gettin' billions, no Zelenskyy
All these projects, I feel like Prince, B (uh-huh)
YOD's KRS, you Prince Be (who?)
Get thrown off a stage and leave home in a rage
Go home, throw some Navy Blue on and burn sage
Every time I write, the words flowin' off the page (right)
Like the merchandise I got flyin' out the door
My next shit 'bout to blow (he doesn't know)
Yeah, yo, 'til that day come
Prolly eatin' Steak-umms, rappers is straight bums
They tryna get close to dudes I wanna move away from (huh?)
Watch how easily I replace 'em
They footnotes like a bass drum
Son, I been nice since ringtones and battles of kingdom (uh-huh)
A forty deuce looking for baddies to bring home (grown)
Never stay with one addy, this king roam
All these rappers just wanna be daddy like King Combs