[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