[Verse 1: GGrim]- f** the world, f** the feds
f** everyone I thought were friends
Dreads ain't got no trust for no one
Finna make it writing poems, Ima show em
Take the mic and own em
I was chosen, grew up in this sh**
Rappin with homies and smokin the splifs
Makin the money, f**in the chicks
Mobbin this sh**, ain't moppin this sh**
Recordin an album and droppin that sh**
Speakin to Satan bout deals and pacts
Doin him favours like devilish acts
The reaper been learnin the tracks, makin lit tracks
Ain't ever gone give up on makin my stacks
Always my dream to be up on that stage covered in diamonds. Yea x4