Yeah, serenade me into a deep sleep Terrified that my life won't ever reach peaks Verified before the blue check Two-step over my enemies' graves, who's next? At Heaven's gate, at an angel estate A couple deities bet upon the duals of my fate Observin', "He got potential to go do somethin' great But the circumstance he born into hard to escape" Crossroads, sixteen, I first got a plate Then lost hope, when Dad shot himself in the face Seein' happy homes, wonderin', "How can I relate?" In that pill bottle paradise was where I'd escape Hard to relate to the industry plants, came in with rich parents I got the pounds wholesale like this shit clearance They never worked them a scale, homie, and it's apparent Shocked that I'm in this neighborhood, I guess it's a Karen Yeah, tattoos cover my face brim Sunk so low in the seat, look like I can't swim Drop a couple songs, say that you the GOAT Man, I know that you a lot of things, but you ain't him Sinister as a church of Satan minister Blackin' out like when drugs get administered Just say the word and my homies do geometry That mean we multiplyin' outside your perimeter Black Sheep came for the lion share Explosives made at home, but they weren't for the science fair They told me, "Stay calm, like you in Vietnam and dropped bombs" I'm doin' warfare on streams and dot coms The doctor said I'd be a menace, he not wrong The guns not gettin' the picture, they got drawn I said I'm makin' hits, I didn't mean hot songs I meant "Billy and the Purple Datson" The type of verse make 'em reconsider if they really got some I'm turnin' Yelawolf, I could be more Mod Sun Been crankin' up the NOS, I could be more God's Son They tappin' out like an interview on Hot Ones I got flows for days, y'all ain't good as my throwaways The chain flooded like the world back in Noah days They overpay, go to sell it and it don't appraise Is goin' broke just a phase of the growin' pains? Aw shit... man, if that shoe fit You could never walk a mile in my size tens Plenty rappers comin' through the TV But can't sell a CD 'cause they fans only ride trends Black Sheep Cult, put down the weed smoke So drug addicts in my family tree could see hope Man, I gotta be void of weakness Gon' do so much offense, hope that y'all enjoy the defense Sit there, wide-eyed in my designed uniqueness My only secret, my girl's Victoria Secret Frequent, neighborhoods unsafe to the outsiders Neighborhoods where gettin' money make you outliers How you a legend but you never had no clout prior? I'm at the jeweler 'cause they know I'm a devout buyer "Oh my God, don't he know that that depreciate?" Not really, if it's somethin' that I appreciate Why the hell broke motherfuckers see how I spend my money Then come round and try to mediate? I don't need no advice From people in a worse situation than I've ever been in my life It's like Piers tryin' to give financial game to Kanye Go make a million 'fore I give you the mic 'Cause in this life, your results the only thing make you right And most people criticize you just out of spite I never respect nobody for the hype I just take the bar set and raise it to different heights That's right ...normally— Piers, Piers, Piers Piers, how much money are you worth? Not as much as you, sadly Exactly, so take my advice, maybe you'll get richer