Nothing's unfamiliar when you’re incubated in gold
Cut that umbilical cord once,
Got me walkin' before I crawl,
The hall of fame is my retirement home
Don't wanna look back
With memories blunt as if I'm faded
Having to look in the mirror remind myself
… Yeah, I made it
They said these platinum roads could neva be walked on
they said the skies limitations with high expectations couldn't be dwelled upon
But I stepped on that ladder with my Midas touch
and I'm afloat ... carpet pulled,
Being a jetsetter ain't much
I'm a genius in a bottle. Made my 3 wishes,
Just that me myself and I retouch
With predictions I’d go far
Now all my price tags are POR
I’m worth more than you know it
People live for word of mouth
But I’ll live to show it
Enemies got loaded AKA fours and sevens
But it can’t come through my AKA bulletproof veins of venom
And if one day I do get hit
And reincarnation does exist
I might go to the crime scene, roll up that red tape
And write the lyrics to my very first mix tape
One verse for every shot made
I am the kill Bill replica selfmade,
my hit-list on everybody’s playlist
I've been blessed with that once off gift
Life gave me that ecstasy high
Life gave me that ecstasy low
Yet I still found that neutral equilibrium
Between good ...bad …both
It’s a waste of time to run a relay
If we don’t press pause … rewind …
Fast-forward towards your prey
they'll put em claws in your back again
Rome’s architects couldn't do it in a day
But all great things take their time,
Like my 24 year long delay
These are the blueprints to my home
Music be the concrete foundation
That got these lyrics to build the wall
The notes and chords sealed the roof
And I’m the last man standing in it all
Yeah …I cut the bow
Yeah …I got the gold
Yeah …Accept that title like a real G … bro
I always knew my life would be fine
But I can’t wait to reminiscence ‘bout it all at the finish line
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