It's off the Tater entertainment
Nothing's fabricated, only authenticated
No fake vibes or negative energy is tolerated in my classroom

It's over Johnny
Smoke so much weed, it's like I don't breathe any air
I'ma do me, care less about a hater
I'm the king of the lake like a fucking alligator

It's Trav Gill-rane, my life is still a travesty
Got shot by a cop before I turned age three, grazed at the knee
I could barely even speak, and I didn't get a single penny
For all of my grief, man, isn't that some sheet?
At 18 months old, I was already a G
And now I'm the king of the lake, truly blessed to be saved by G.O.D.
Oh, you think you know me, but you don't, no sheet
G-man T in some bright Dickies, Nikes on my feet
Snapback hat, got some tats at fifteen
Started slanging mid trees, thought I knew it all and I mean everything
So I built a team, we were steady hustling
Eight months, fifty G's, the most money I had seen
By now I'm seventeen, graduated to the streets, got the trap bumpin'
Got my mom wondering who her son is 'cause I was buzzin'
Every girl and their momma wanted this, way above average
You can check the status, bet she'll tell ya that the stick is magic
Passing all my classes in every aspect, but the boy was distracted
From what he imagined
It's kinda tragic how it all happened, but I wouldn't change a thing
Or even take it all back, 'cause the knowledge that I gained from all that havoc
Turned me into a savage, smarter than all of the past men
And Ivy League class men who studied facts and truth in all that has been
I manifested thoughts into what's actually happened
Now I'm rhymin' broke as a joke but more humble than Tyson
Looking at his opponent who is scared to fight him

It's over Johnny
Smoke so much weed, it's like I don't breathe any air
I'ma do me, care less about a hater
I'm the king of the lake like a fucking alligator