I turn a dream into a scheme, cash in on a vision
Make a million off a mindset, no permission given
I'm in my space, what a strange place to be living in
Gravity don't apply, when you defy every degree in it
I put the pressure on all these rappers, I'm killing them
Break their feelings, I'm scolding them
Build a doubt on their creativeness
Look at me now, I'm running bitches like Christopher Brown
Call me a joker and feel me faster than Busta Rhymes
I get so high, everything gets delayed
Try to pick a pen, but everything is a nail
I'm on the crack, I crack a bottle to drink
I'm definitely popping a bottle full of champagne
Who am I
I'm the glitch in the metrics, A cheap in the system
Middle finger, I'm docking these haters, I'm owning this mic
Who am I
I'm the MC that glitters, the man in the mirror
Slaughtering and ripping microphones
Rappers call me an inhuman
The thoughts of a lion, I'm so overhyped
I'm moving and whining, I own this shit, I'm moving the crowd
The bottom of the line is leading the crowd
This ain't no game of thrones, nigga, just a king and his subjects
I hold the pen, it cause a change in the room
I hold the pen, the weather changes the mood
My rap so cold, I'm frostbiting the pen
My rap so cold, I'm frostbiting the pen
Feel me
I'm on the level that's higher than Burj Khalifa
I see the haters, they lurking
They hoping I fall, I need to be strong
And fit to bounce on these fuckers
And make them turn to believers
I mean, who would have known, huh, Who would have known
Colahyy Rich, the son of a salesman
Will grow this big and have a lot of critics to prove wrong, huh
I'm over these stems, I'm under this beat
Underrated motherfucker, man, I wake when I fall, you hear me
They're following the script, I'm rewriting the track
My mind's so sharp, my thoughts will cut open your skin
And leave you to bleed, and believe me, when I'm losing, I win
I'm causing this heat, I'm leaving you with rashes that itch, Rah
My flow's so cold, it freezes the time
Speed a verse, hit rewind, now the future is mine
Dehydrated by rap, I'm so thirsty for fame
I gotta do what I do, just to make me a name
Have you ever felt the pressure of walking wearing my shoes
Or have you ever lost your purpose of living
Life is on mute
They're trying to trace the blueprint, trying to walk in my shoes
But I'm a step ahead, frontin' a style they can't use
Have you ever felt the pressure of walking wearing my shoes
Have you ever lost your purpose of living life is on mute