[Verse 1: Sik Kid]
I want to die legendary
I was never meant to be ordinary
Part of the art, sort of scary
Knowing one day so now be buried
Cause I can't accept it
Cause I feel rejected
Ima put down then disrespect it
Told my confessions to studio sessions
I never found somebody I could connect with
Yo f** me right
I can do anything right
Went through the battle but I won that fight
Sick of the competition making me feel like
I was never good enough
But all my life
I'ma rip and prove that through with second place, because
I'ma take first
I don't know what's worse
Blessed with a curse
And it's been a minute since I have been to church
And I feel like I'm unimportant
But I know that I have a purpose
Rather or not that I feel like I'm not worth it
I'm sure, not perfect
And I'm sure perfection is, just a reflection
Of how you interpret it
And I'm nervous but on the surface, you can see that I'm confident
And I'm dominant, and I'm certain, b**h
If they think a rappers better than I, they never heard of SIK
I'm the illest to spit it, they didn't want to listen
Keep on pretending I didn't rip it
You been diminished I [?] consider your career finished
I'm the sickest theorist, that's making them admit it the second they start hearing it
One day I'm gonna die and I'm nearing it
I won't accept that unless I'm a legend and I know that you're hearing me b**h