Feelin' like Russell, no one predicted the rise
Til I'm above the rim, putting up the numbers
Til I, throw down upon the dome of any who oppose me, in stride
You was a flash in the pan, I flash flood when I rise
And as I climb, you still throw doubt in my direction
I'm wrecking any who checking, that's what I reckon
They ask, just what I'm repping with a new name and a mind changed
2018 nigga, new age, new mindstate
It's mine and as I take, my place among 9 greats
I watch for the sly snakes seeking a divine state
It's not that you ask why, but that you ain't add "not"
Don't question my f*cking method
I'll do everything in this bitch to show you I never needed direction or assistance
Swear I feel like the Brodie