Wanna know what my life's like (huh) It's 5 strikes
I'm young, black, gifted, forced, to worship a white Christ
A high achiever, without the reefer neither
Better believe I am Veritas
They label me a playa, uh uh I'm a young money maker
I've paid my due so thank me later
You trying to toe tag my career you will never win
Your chances are Kim, in other words they're fucking slim
The top spot I'm eyeing, while flying, heart of a lion
The Kobe Bryant of rhyming there's no denying
Boldly I proceed, to OD on dope beats, I'm lowkey
But slowly you'll know me from nosebleed
Sections I'm stressing, the next in I'm guessing
The legends have beckoned I'm wrecking these records
I'm too cool for school but fuck it I'll finish what I started
I guess a fucken degree is still highly regarded
The catch 22, is horrible
Music being your life, law school your only obstacle
I'm blessed in both ways kid, steady trying to make it
The guy from the Matrix I wanna be the greatest
Your rap highness, Adelaide's finest
Hip Hop's most flyest, shine like African black diamonds
Born to win is my motto, mama forget the lotto
Bet on your son I promise we'll have a better tomorrow