I keep my phone on DND for all the nights I couldn’t fucking sleep. Like Spike Lee, you can’t blame a **** for tryna keep the peace. Too many soldiers fallen victim to the industry. I keep my eye on the prize—I know who the enemy.

I wrote a verse for every **** tryna put an end to me, tryna drain me of this energy. Told you **** all my verses ten a key. Frenemies—all these **** smile in my face but wanna take me out like the Genovese. All them demons had me smoking heavily, like why the fuck do I give a fuck about some memories? I was hoping they’d skydive off a cliff. I was tired of being benched, tired of not being rich.

Job had me stressing out, bitch had me stressing out. Shit, look at all my blessings now. Bet they wanna text me now, bet they wanna sex me now that I can afford to buy the section out. Look at what the money make a bitch do. My spirit always told me they don’t even like you. If it was up to them, they would even fucking spite you.

Wockesha in her cup, she like, “Daddy, look at what that Sprite do.” I was lost too, just like you, ****. Then I went and got my bag up. Living, it was mad tough. Bitches looking at me like, “****, you ain’t rich.” Then they tell me, “Hold up, wait, you ain’t shit.” I ain’t even flinch, ‘cause I knew I would be rich. More determined than your bum-ass boyfriend who clicks on my page, always lurking.

Momma said I’d raise, so I always knew I’d put the work in. Million-dollar home next, Momma. No more deserting us and treating us like less than. Difference between me and them is I never had to sneeze just to know that I’m blessed. It’s a lot of **** out here rooting for me to lose. I know that they’re stressed.

Life put me through a million tests. Always stood up and said, “Bet.” Never bitched, never faltered. 2K25? It’s mine. It’s over!