Greatness

How you expect to fly when the rain's weighing you down

how you expect to cry when the thunder makes so much sound

What makes you a king when everyone else has got a crown

What makes you the top DAWG in a room full of hounds

 

It's the grind, it's how much effort you put into your art

Sharp pencils blue ink white pad, black bars

Words seeping from your mouth but they coming from the heart

With every phrase that I say, I illuminate the dark

 

I'm lighting up my path,

Fighting and biting my way through my past

Was never the top of my class

But was always busting my ASS

Just to pass, some cars start the race with a little more gas

But it's okay only cause I ain't finishing last

 

I ain't even finishing second or third I'mma be first

A competitive curse that I've been blessed with that gives me the urge

To wipe anything that stand in my way, on my conquest to greatness

Telling me Somalians never make it but I'm one of them special cases

Never holding back, pushing forward an all out attack, click clack

Never lacking, while you niggas backing up, I'm cracking jokes

Eyes are so cold, aiming for gold, three goals, a Hatrick

Cause for each and everyone I'll score

You niggas are just sport, you game to me

By jumping in the game you came to see

Me take over, become the owner

I'm the general with all my soldiers

While you chopping rollers I'm pushing borders

Pushing boulders working my shoulders

While you stuck looking an posters and counting quarters

Checking if you have enough change to buy a junior chicken

Listen, even with that employee discount you still missing

A bit and now you questioning your entire existence

becoming more aware of the fact I could kill you off in an instant

 

How you expect to fly when the rain's weighing you down

how you expect to cry when the thunder makes so much sound

What makes you a king when everyone else has got a crown

What makes you the top DAWG in a room full of hounds