Little do they know what you do to please,
What it took in my life to bring me to my knees.
The dead look is loved wouldn’t you agree,
But isn’t that what it takes for you to be free?
Spit bars about money, the ice I could have,
***** on my **** while most of you still starve.
If I succeed you’ll have me know,
how far I made it on my own.
Because when I have what you desire,
The love I’ll get will only get higher.
Don’t bring me down because I’m now a high flyer.