I wrote this to reach you
Shit I'mma keep reachin out til it kills you
Im not sure what type of aura you think i give off
But ive come to the realization
That people who like money dont live long
And thats a fact i live with
I made some bad decisions
Ive had some crash collisions
But im just glad you listened
But i put my soul on the come up
As a misinterpreted prophet
To you, pick of any prophet
Where are they now? dead or in jail
Stuck in a box or stuck in a cell
Stuck on a shlef and try to settle
That was the only fucking problem
You might luck out and do well
But those are your only fuckin options...really
So i dont care if you purchase it
Make you peoples feel it too
Scream the muthafuckin anthem
Cause i wrote it to [???]
(Calling out Gods, Niggas, Kings)
Cause im just one step away from being god
I know i have a lot of work to do
Fully prepared to not come back
I might not make it to where
The radio plays my tracks
Of anything given my path
And treat it like its my last
Im moved and ready and willing to be you God
Id even the playing field to beat the odds
Id scream the muthafuckin anthem
Let them know you got it!