Supreme, you're a bitch

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown

Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home

Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove

They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros

Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down

I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground

Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel

I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud

There's a price to that ice, not the cash, but a life

Got me questioning, like, "Why? Did you do it for that ride?"

That's my brother and my slime, I can't accept what you decide

Got the keys in yo' hands, don't accelerate that light

I've been sick and tired of lies that I'm tellin' myself

I've been lettin' all my pride get in the way of my health

Reminiscing every time that I'm feeling that belt

That's the prize, it's worth more than trophies stacked on my shelf

Accomplishments, I'm way too positive, you thinking negative

While I've been thinking quite the opposite, I used to have no pot to piss

Was quiet, now I'm confident, but only within moderate

Surpassed every record, that's only counting my whole continent

One hundred milly, for really, estimate, not approximate

Fire, KILLY, my city pyro, it need some oxygen

Got hella biddies, I pity them because they Protestant

Shiesty, no Pooh, I stay winning, they turn to apologist

She rip my clothes, Beyblade, that's a red flag, mayday

I done dropped out of my school, but I be dux in rap game

Forget the labor and all the papers on dark nights, it's rained

All my fears became nightmares, shit had me haunted by Crain

Catch me with my slatt, slatt, ESO got my back, back

Put us on the map, man, don't be tryna cap, man

It's so ironic and I'll be honest that they mad, mad

Tall poppy syndrome, you know it's real and it's a fact, man

Okay, started off with nothing, now my pockets is grown

Now they think that I be stuntin', but I worked for this home

Had to work a nine-to-five, I was cleaning a stove

They all see me eating good, I only share with my bros

Came from the gutter, right under, you weren't here when I was down

I don't stutter, I know I'm the king of violin underground

Don't be riding on my wave 'cause I won't pass you my towel

I be reading all the hate, I know that grace would be so proud (yeah)