Ain't no stopping the sound, you'll get shot with a round,
You get got with that golden wristwatch walking around,
And to the haters on my list, I just keep crossing them out,
It's bitch stalking so I dunno what this shit talking's about,
I taste achievement, in this rap vault I stay locking it down,
Make believing? Haters speaking like I'm the talk of the town,
They're tossed to the ground, I feel like I'm wasting my mind,
Over making these lines, just for me to be tasting some shine,
Creating these rhymes, I end up laughing as I sever your bluff,
Y'all better give up, because against me you're never enough,
I'll never slip up, but all this hate I have to stomach is cruel,
Though it's worth it since I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.