Look at the flick of the wrist
Look at the chip in my tooth
I was twelve when I first caught a fist
Now I throw hands in the booth
to tell you the truth
A little cash wouldn't be the worst thing
So if you would just loosen up
them purse strings
I'm in pursuit of happiness
clapping tracks with the truth, uh
All I see is wackiness the packaging
has to be proof
A catalyst with hella aptitude
for visual aesthetic
Captivating masses
rhyme schemes chock full of message
I ain't cocky, I heard confidence is key
Busting doors up off the hinges
with the weight of my speech
Just wait and you'll see
Ain't no second coming of Lauryn
I got bigger hills to climb
no disrespect but it's my time

They keep telling me I'm timeless
Steady calling me your highness
Because it's mine, it's all mine
it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Mama asked me why I'm stressing
She said baby get your blessing
Because it's mine, it's all mine
it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine

Turn up, turn up, turn up
we so lit-lit-lit-lit
Shawty leaning like the syrup getcho
fi-fi-fi-fix
Mix the purpose with the furnace
gimme that beat below my sternum
Worship service save the sermon
that's my shit, that's a hit
Kickin' dust up
'Cause I heard Ivy Sole be the spontaneous
combustor, microphone trucker
Only bars when they discuss her
come straight for your head
just might concuss ya
So come correct or get your luck up
you numb nut
Word around town is real rap is on the way
So forget what you was looking for tomorrow
'cause today
We dodged the devil for twenty four
hoping we see many more
Handing beats to first forty eight
feeling great

They keep telling me I'm timeless
Steady calling me your highness
Because it's mine, it's all mine
it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Mama asked me why I'm stressing
She said baby get your blessing
Because it's mine, it's all mine
it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine

See I was in the Chi
I was feeling quite the opposite
Sippin' on a vibe, like water for chocolate
Approximate release date looming
heart rate booming
Tryna figure if my mom would
let me have my own room
Then I resumed the campaign, but
I ain't pressed for your caucus
I don't need votes or elections
I'm a descendant of Rawkus
Y'all rappers talk us to death
nary a penny to show
Barely a song to your name and yet
you flex like a pro
I ain't got press at the moment
but yes my presence it glows
Applying pressure to the wounds
that I deliver my foes
Y'all should consider dying slow
wouldn't wanna miss the come up
I heard winter be the season
for preparing for the summer
What a shame, what a bummer
you thought you was next
You got less drive than a Hummer
on cinder blocks I suspect
My ten toes tap tempos none can match but I
So when ask me for the time, I can only reply

That it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine
Yeah it's mine, it's all mine
it's all mine, yeah