FLYGOD, Item Lord and Sos the holy trinity. Bitches fall in love cause of my energy. Used to be a demon off the Hennessy. Now I'm fucking Charlie's Angels after dinner off the Grappa, shout out Swizzy Beatz. Uh. This that Za for real. I'm headed to the top for real. My shit came straight from fashion week. Yo shit like Chinatown for real. You know how I rock for real. From the Queen City, but I'm like the King of Pop for real. Outside, every night, late night. David Letterman. You was never there. You illusionist. David Copperfield. You ain't ever pop your steel. You ain't ever camp out for a opp and sit and watch your kill. You ain't ever have a doctor's diagnosis tell you pop your pills. I ain't bout sit and tell you all the shit you never did. I look in the mirror and I know that you was never this. I been going up, so trust I know you niggas under me. I wouldn't fuck with 12 if you had showed 11 other me's. Officer Badger is the only exception. God is the greatest, but these angels ain't my only protection. I been chosen. The presidency ain't the only election. I'm grateful luxurious, fly shit is now my only selection.