Young Gemini, throw a middle finger with a peace sign
Plug the quarterback, I was on his ass like the D-Line
Moving on the B-Line, told myself it would be fine
Stepping in my Tems, tryna find a way to free mine
You can't be my dog if you keep moving like a feline
If I said I didn't want this money, then I'd be lying
Billion dollar plans for shit I'm writing with my hands
They say I'm rough around the edges, that's the way that I was designed
The least expected to be the one that God selected
Keep my queen protected, niggas hating
From the bleacher section
Smoking presidential
Every year been getting reelected, went from disrespected
Second guessing love, being selfish, to moving poor
Niggas say I'm cocky, I'm just really sure
The Buddha said what you think you become, so please don't judge
I mean it humbly, I think I'm the one, we ball no subs
Money Williams, I put on my sons and then got crossed
Not talking shit, it just is what it was, I learned from the loss
Can't cry it's over I smile, cause it happened
Looking back, planting out my pain
Helped me grow out my passion, crazy off rapping
I found a way to avoid the detachment that I'm so good at
I saw the signs of the place and the time on shit I'm still looking at
I just bought my girl some shit right now, I feel like that nigga
Remember 400 dollar checks, now shit getting bigger
I saw who made a way for me whenever I see a mirror
Still on the road to riches, sliding through the block like Akira
Young Gemini, throwing middle finger with a peace sign
Plugged the quarterback, I was on his ass like the D-Line
Moving on the B-Line, tell myself it will be fine
Stepping in my Tems, trying to find a way to free mine