LEARN LYRICS

The signature for the checks, the checks for me because I earned them

A condo in Miami, a house for mom, I blew the rest

They expected that I'd fall, they didn't want me to win, but I never came down

They wanted to close the deal and take their profit and I doubled it for them

I tear the beat apart, I leave it in particles

I pull back, like cuticles

Next to my life anybody looks ridiculous

I'm off to Spain, I smashed the peninsula

You on the bench, I'm the starter

Cover photo, I'm the headline

I hate and love myself because I'm bipolar

I don't digest lies, I have no gallbladder

If they want work, let them call me, I'm the boss

Some dudes already left, babe, they got exposed

From the plane to the hotels and from the hotels to the shows

Some dudes call me the voice of a generation

Nice opinions of theirs, but nobody asked

I deserve more respect, I was the one who got it

I had already told you that I had the blessing

I got people who quote how much a prayer is worth

It's worth more than your show, your flow, your career

We pack the stadiums, babe, and that's while I played abroad

They can't stop me now, Duko's train doesn't wait

We're leading, we look like the new era

The best at my weight, Muhammad Ali

They don't get my art, Dalí eyes

Time capsule to raise the ki

Lots of training, Supersaiyajin

VVS colors on the chain like Haribo bears

A thousand wishes without Fairy Godparents, I fly the Atlantic, okay

In every grain of my faith there's faith from my fans

Now they call me 'legend' and before I was a lunatic

Rec, with the mic always on rec, for the muse there's no schedule

From my mental state: taxable, honorary

I know that the future is at my feet and I show it daily

I feed my devil mode, always necessary evils

Young Kingz, baby

Shout-out to all my fans in Argentina

These bast*rds are focused on the result

And truth is they forget about the process

The pretty one

I feel like Duko on the fifth step

They brag and don't reach my heel

I look m*therf*cking good, what you staring at, a*shole?

I walked into the booth smoking a blunt

Your style rings a bell, I'm sure, you got talent, I don't

What's mine is a gift

I can't leave the house without a condom

She knows it's a threesome when I'm with two

I swear that I ask Him to bless

All these jealous ones whenever I talk to God

There was a d*ck-sniffer bragging around

I don't know what happened, he saw me and hid

She's no saint, she's a little saint groupie

Who ran with the pack

Who came up with putting me on this beat?

When you're getting played, you play your role

They wonder how it comes out so natural for me

It's ’cause I was born for this

If I needed, I'd be out there begging for flow

But it was never like that

I stay pretty humble

It's that when I hit the stage I grew

All these b*tches wanna use me

And me being a freak tell them yes

The checks keep pouring

None of them are bouncing

I spend my time counting money

Lighting up and blowing smoke

People pay to see me

The tickets are selling out

Myke Towers blown up, since when?

You fall asleep and they hit you with a sucker punch

I'm watching the GOAT at Inter

Of these little rappers I'm the mister

But none of them admit it

D*mn, my pencil is elite

I'm on edge, anybody could catch it

It's better they avoid it

With what blocks your septum

I make the ticket multiply