How many emcees could ever go against me?

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley,

I stand evidently,

I’m supposed be a gentleman,

In general I can be,

Usually I’m friendly,

But friends be so empty

If you can’t pretend speak,

& I don’t want to fake it

So I spend my time alone,

I just want to make it

I don’t want to be invited

My schedule is vacant

It’s just me myself and Iverson

The throne is for the taking

Ye told me to watch it

But I don’t want watch it

& if I have the option

Then I’m gonna go cop it

I’m staring at it’s stones

I feel it in my bones

I’m an inch away from glory

& I’m stepping in the zone

I let the record spin at home

I’m dressed in that all black

Black hoodie, Black shoes

Black car and all that

I told them to fall back

I’m about to run it

You’re looking at the hill

But I’m standing at the summit

You say that you’ll do it

I’ll tell you that I done it

I’m one away from stunning

And I did it on a budget

Chain don’t make a man

The man make the chain

How many people do we know with hella ice

But yet the lame?

That’s some old Cole, it slid into the brain

The kind of thing that comes to mind when you fiddle with frame

I don't want it for the fame, I just wanna hear my name on a rap song looking back on like dang

Plus - I’m on my Simba shit

Symbols split when I spit like photosynthesis

I’m sick like Kyrie getting six assists on 95%

During the midst of bliss

I’m blessed

I’m not a pessimist

I passed the test, plus my pen a pacifist

And yet, if you ask it's could grant the wish

I don't cast the stone but I can cast the slip

I don’t do much I just rap and live

New in the game, they look like who is this?

Me I'm like oh, I'm me, that's it

Me I'm like oh, I'm me, that's it