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$upreme, you're a bitch Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros (Wait) Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud Look, there's a price to the ice, not the cash, but a life Got me questioning, like, "Why did you do it for that ride?" That's my brother and my slime, I can't accept what you decide Got the keys in yo' hands, don't accelerate that light I've been sick and tired of lies that I'm tellin' myself I've been lettin' all my pride get in the way of my health Reminiscing every time that I'm feeling that belt That's the prize, it's worth more than trophies stacked on my shelf Accomplishments, I'm way too positive, you thinking negative While I've been thinking quite the opposite, I used to have no pot to piss Was quiet, now I'm confident but only within moderate Surpassed every record, that's only counting my whole continent One hundred milly, for really, estimate, not approximate Fire KILLY, my city pyro, it need some oxygen Got hella biddies, I pity them because they Protestant SongtexteShiesty, no Pooh, I stay winning, they turn to apologist She rip my clothes, Beyblade That's a red flag, mayday I done dropped out of my school, but I be dux in rap game Forget the labor, and all the papers on dark nights, it's rained All my fears became nightmares, shit had me haunted by Crain Catch me with my slatt, slatt ESO got my back, back "Put us on the map, man" "Don't be tryna cap, man" It's so ironic and I'll be honest that they mad, mad Tall poppy syndrome, you know it's real, it's a fact, man (It's a fact, man) Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud (Yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania