My story was planned

All was programmed, crammed at the core

Recording dope jams

I'd hold my umbilical cord with both hands

Flow to my cardiograms

In the calm, I'd go ham, conjure barbaric bars

Ma could have called me "Conan"

A cold man in the making

Like Jehovah and Satan's souls had a relation

A dope, rapping creation

I won't brag, but won't hold back information

So don't act like I'm up and coming

I'd already crafted four albums in my mother's oven, younging

Now when I rap, I hold my frigging penis and

Get flashbacks of when I was only just a fetus

Shit, I was such a vocalistic genius thinking

Jesus, one day the globe will get to see this, but for now

I'm just gonna sit here

Patiently waiting

The world ain't ready for me yet

I can, I can tell

The world ain't ready for me, for me yet (for me yet, for me yet)

I can tell (tell)

The world ain't r-, ready for me yet tell (tell)

The world ain't ready for me, for me yet (for me yet, for me yet)

I can tell (tell)

The world ain't ready, world ain't ready

For, for me yet

The world ain't ready for me yet