Fuck the world yours truly

When I make my first 50 mil

49 can still go to mum

The only one I can trust to hold my funds

Do me a favour don’t owe me one

The chosen one like Mary and Joseph’s son

Please Pardon my English baby I’m a vulgar cunt

But lemme roll up to your yard on a lonely one

So what am I sounding like

I try tell them a thousand times

This mixtape’s my throwaways

Imagine what my albums like

I do what I want ‘cause I do what my boss say

I am my own boss of me

I don’t watch a ones to watch list ‘cause the ones you watch are the ones that are watching me

Fucked the world no cock blocking me

I come from a place where ****’s got rocks in their socks so they shot for p’s

I’ll run up in your studio and take shot’s and leave

But friends turned snakes ain’t a loss for me

Someone tell Charlie Sloth for me

And ask him where’s my fire in the booth

And tell them man that it’s time for truth

But don’t come here when it’s dark at night

I said don’t come here when it’s dark at night

Man might set your clart alight

You see the dogs on fire like an Arcanine

Had dreams but they laughed at mine

The man with a plan he’s a master of masterminds

Fucking going out I got bars to write

I get my anger problems from my fathers side

See I’m ghosting... ghost