Praise.
Give praise to the most high, most high
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
Have to wake up early every morning just to eat
Then I come home late at night and lay a verse onto a beat
Have to do this everyday, man my life is on repeat
I can't wait to wake up when I please with shorties on my D
This isn't a hobby
No it's an addiction
You look at the cover
See mine is non-fiction
No one in my life would've ever predicted
That I would do rap and turns out I am gifted
You don't get going from Q-Tips to cotton swabs
Only eat off-brand, no mas of Haagen-Dazs
Or eating only Prego to Walmart's tomato sauce
Or being a bitch like a dog, not a boss like Rick Ross
I'm going off, ignoring all of your calls
I'm Mike in '93, showing you just how to ball
On God or on guard
I'm Gumping, I'm going too far
I'm flaming, I'm raging charzard
I'm dummy, going retard
Man of Steel, with ev' rebar
I was all on my own
Nobody at home
I then made the choice, to cast the first stone
Despite my restrictions, I'll make this my living
Didn't ask for one's help, never needed permission
Give praise to the most high, most high
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
I used to think I'd break the charts
But now I struggle to break even
Every evening, starve myself
To make sure my fans are eating
Up the music I'm producing
Hours moving, sleep I'm losing
Can't tell what is real and lucid
Write til it's a numbing movement
Don't you ever say that I'm acting really lazy
When in hindsight I move lowkey while you
Posting pics on IG in the dealership's Mercedes
Bitch you didn't make it, you served me at Denny's
Grand Slam with that extra bacon
Yeah I know I'm cocky
But you really wanna try me
Bitch I'm 5 and 0 with disses
You'll just be another body
In the morgue
I'm the type of dude
To take an angel
And turn her to a whore
Hallelujah, Screaming papi
And she doesn't mean the lord
Oh lord, my ass is going insane
This what happens when you put
Me on some 808s
Ain't no way I am stopping
Bitch I'm starving
I've been on this paper chase
Need the money just to fund me
Put them Benjis in a hefty
Tryna pop off like a Pepsi
Tank on full, it ain't empty
MVP, where's my ESPY
How I run this track
Now run it back
Tommy with another plaque
Nintendo, it's a Super Smash
Feel my reign, no anchorman
Now wake up fam
Give praise to the most high, most high
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
Have to wake up early every morning just to eat
Then I come home late at night and lay a verse onto a beat
Have to do this everyday, man my life is on repeat
I can't wait to wake up when I please with shorties on my D
This isn't a hobby
No it's an addiction
You look at the cover
See mine is non-fiction
No one in my life would've ever predicted
That I would do rap and turns out I am gifted
You don't get going from Q-Tips to cotton swabs
Only eat off-brand, no mas of Haagen-Dazs
Or eating only Prego to Walmart's tomato sauce
Or being a bitch like a dog, not a boss like Rick Ross
I'm going off, ignoring all of your calls
I'm Mike in '93, showing you just how to ball
On God or on guard
I'm Gumping, I'm going too far
I'm flaming, I'm raging charzard
I'm dummy, going retard
Man of Steel, with ev' rebar
I was all on my own
Nobody at home
I then made the choice, to cast the first stone
Despite my restrictions, I'll make this my living
Didn't ask for one's help, never needed permission
Give praise to the most high, most high
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
I used to think I'd break the charts
But now I struggle to break even
Every evening, starve myself
To make sure my fans are eating
Up the music I'm producing
Hours moving, sleep I'm losing
Can't tell what is real and lucid
Write til it's a numbing movement
Don't you ever say that I'm acting really lazy
When in hindsight I move lowkey while you
Posting pics on IG in the dealership's Mercedes
Bitch you didn't make it, you served me at Denny's
Grand Slam with that extra bacon
Yeah I know I'm cocky
But you really wanna try me
Bitch I'm 5 and 0 with disses
You'll just be another body
In the morgue
I'm the type of dude
To take an angel
And turn her to a whore
Hallelujah, Screaming papi
And she doesn't mean the lord
Oh lord, my ass is going insane
This what happens when you put
Me on some 808s
Ain't no way I am stopping
Bitch I'm starving
I've been on this paper chase
Need the money just to fund me
Put them Benjis in a hefty
Tryna pop off like a Pepsi
Tank on full, it ain't empty
MVP, where's my ESPY
How I run this track
Now run it back
Tommy with another plaque
Nintendo, it's a Super Smash
Feel my reign, no anchorman
Now wake up fam
Give praise to the most high, most high
Oh wait, uh, that's I, that's I
I go like all time, all time
Get your own food, this mine, this mine
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Lopez
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