I used to think that this music wouldn't happen
That money wouldn't talk, now we fluent in the language
So please welcome the newest of the rappers
Shaking up the game, got it losing all its balance
I started from scratch like lottery tickets
Dropping the rhythms and I wouldn't stop for a minute
These lost lyricists think that they're honest and gifted
You're just on the same page of popular fiction
Not the kid to ignore
Up on the mic and I'm spitting it raw
They don't do it like this anymore
I put work in, they still got to finish their chores
Some of my friends think religion is poor
But this lyrical sk** is a gift from the lord
I do this for the hell of it and of course
If the Devil Wears Prada, we rock Christian Dior