Feel like Tune

I'm iller than the illness that these people wish me
Drake be Joshin' around but life wasn't Nickelodeon or Disney, is you kidding me?
My resume is thicker than Nicki, I'm busy-busy
I remember doing halftime at Jackson, Mississippi
Wasn't drivin' Cadillac then, but shit still found a way to escalate quickly
Wanted people to miss me, changed shit after Nipsey
Took the fun away, now the fun's done
Roses right now though, tell 'em to run some
You don't havе to see the score to know that I won some
Truе colors always come out like the sun does
'Specially when you assumin' the role of that nigga
I keep my circle small so the blunt gets back quicker
I just woke up and tripped on a glass slipper
I guess Cinderella must've called up her own Uber
I've always been able to see the depths of my own future
Physic readings, corporate meetings, power lunches
Private funding, hundred push-ups, hundred crunches
Final touches, lemon squeezes, island breezes
Press releases, moving speeches, multi-tasking
Torches passing, strong attractions, forceful actions
What's really cracking?
I guess I'm maintaining, thanks for asking, yeah
And I don't even need to ask how you doing without me
Your captions are more about me than you were about me
Your friends come around, I don't know what they doing around me
They still come around, yeah

Uh, it's worth more when you earn it, guilty the verdict
Burnin' large bills in the furnace, trash bags and detergent
I touched a little bit of this paper, I'm still yearnin'
Drove the work three hundred times at least, I'm still nervous
Here to speak for the hopefuls, keepin' it soulful
Phone face down at the bar, havin' drinks at Kimodo
Hope these meetings on roof tops never turn into jail visits
It only put a smile on my face when the scale tippin'
Despite the well wishes from y'all, I held distance
They prayin' my success stories turn into failed missions
They tying me to greats, every other week, I'm buying me a safe
I learned its more satisfying when you wait
Had to hide so many stacks in my crib, I got it booby trapped
My closest look like a Off-White vs. Louis match
All that jealousy obvious, I got hipped to it
Even your compliments starting to sound like bitterness
All the pressure I'm living with
Every line delivered with hunger, my flow a sure thing like a death certificate
Soldiers is dead, spilled blood over this bread
Had my family thinking I'm in over my head
Bagging up breathing chemicals, when a ki' was the pinnacle
Now at my high schools giving speeches, speaking political
Got here being original
Every day its like the new me, the business man, vs. me as the criminal
I'm the quiet one in the room, keeping it minimal
Till the house big enough I can park the V in the living room

Ah, the Butcher coming nigga