[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