Find me up in my studio all night schemin’,
While you’re all in bed, just snoozin' n’ sleepin’,
Boozin’ and bein’ heathen, while I apply reason,
Direct my passions, command my legion,
Smack and weed, dope and speed,
This place pumped up like Apollo Creed,
Send hollows then ya bleed, it’s a dirty deed,
Let the squirrely beef, while the lions win, pickin’ their teeth,
It’s a breeze to me, sailin through infinity,
Been had the ability to flow like faucets leak,
I mean more like Niagara in it’s peak,
I’m a demon to rappers, a monster to the meek,
Got the mills producin’, hopin’ they profit a mil’, (Free Meek Mill!)
Got a bil’ on the way, just put it on the bill,
These franklins too small, need a thousand dollar bill,
You ain’t got the will to get those, keep livin’ in filth,
Fuck replacing Hova,
Imma just make my own team, be the owner,
The conqueror of my own lane,
Fuck followin’ the footsteps of giants,
Mindin’ my own, buildin’ up, I tycoon,
Monsoon the moon in early June,
I keep the picture disfigured like Picasso taught,
Ya girl’s puss like moss it rot, while my girl randy for my cock,
And she got a pleasant place, suburban cul-de-sac,
She gag and cough, throat and cradle my sack,
Maid to my bag, dust it off and make it blast,
She apt for that, in my apartment slappin’ booties mad,
And they fat and her mind no plastic bag (it ain’t empty),
They sent for me, got the notification recently,
Can’t stop, this an express headed for luxury,
Fucks with me and got creeps that’ll sweep in the street,