Legends were amateurs
They were broke too you know
Sloppy rhyming
Chimes with aligning
Roses were red, daisies well fed
Slept on a couch until I got a bed
Writers are liars, depends on what you wanna believe
With this, I aspire to be the greatest
That had no choice but to make it
Man I hope to make it
I wish to be the greatest that can never be debated
The one anticipated, levitation I've been faded
The ghetto underrated, I'm tryna connect the bridges
Hoping they align, mind the paralleled vision
They'll prolly call this phishing while I'm dishing a beating
With a side so cold, make them throw up an ice cube
Should there be a foe
I'll attack with one hand, let the other play practice a symphony
Google my eyes tryna see what the future holds for me
Will I make it in time to become an optical illusion
Slight confusion made it critical for critics to credit me credit
Dreams aspire skyscrapers
Curvy girls and a lot of vapours
Loud thinking till I get paper
Loud thinker with the lowest noise
Put me on the telly, radio
Listen closely, tune in the frequency Not real trap
So before you give up on yourself
Ask yourself if you deserve you, you know
I mean you know you can do it too right
Right
Yeah
You just gotta believe, now it goes like is it