[Prod. by Zachary Caesar]
[Chorus]
Let me tell it like this
Blonde hair boy got a mind like bliss
Free from the fakes, from the lames, and a b*tch
Now I rule the world with a song like this
[Verse 1]
Never looking back on the ones dismissed
Hands out, in the background, with a fist
Steaking on a claim in the wild wild west
Mean this in the best
But f*ck your bread
(f*ck your bread)
Any head coming for mine
Is quite fine, got a shrine
That be tucking the nines, and like
Like my f*cking hands tied
All my wrists put together is a fully iced bind
I dont talk this sh*t, I make it
I dont cap a flag, I just make men break it
I can tell the boy if he real, or if he faking
Like my iced verse
All this sh*t, f*cking basic
I don't smile back, 'cause i'm not about faces
Only thing im facing
Is blunts from the nation
sh*t hit hard when it's taken from a racist
And f*cking slaps back when a cop comes and takes it
[Chorus]
Let me tell it like this
Blonde hair boy got a mind like bliss
Free from the fakes, from the lames, and a b*tch
Now I rule the world with a song like this
[Verse 2]
I don't live this, I embrace it
I can tell you how a bomb made, from the basics
I can swallow both pills from the f*cking matrix
I could live both worlds, and I wouldn't hate it
I could make a brick back by sitting patient
But to rule the damn world, you would need a statement
All you need is big bag, with some heavy payments
Well you got it? I got it
I need it, I fought it
I put it all on the line, then I caught it
You catching cases within a calling
How the f*ck are they calling?
Falling off a cliff
Take note of the ones that talking
Like money, they in your wallet
Like nails, they pushin' coffins
Like Cash in the f*cking ring
All they need is a man that's walking
[Chorus]
Let me tell it like this
Blonde hair boy got a mind like bliss
Free from the fakes, from the lames, and a b*tch
Now I rule the world with a song like this