[Spose:]
It's the King of Maine
But I remember getting in the game
Everybody told me I'm insane
"He should stay in college, quit the rappin'
Save a dollar, it won't happen"
They gave up and they told me to do the same
But I knew I was gonna bang
Knew I was emoji with the flames
Even when your homie told me I was lame
Now he wants a verse
Bro, twenty million out the purse
In my Gmail, replied on the plane
Now I bag work, I don't mean coke I mean merch
Twenty-five dollars for a shirt
Since I pay six that's nineteen, profit for a hit
I'm a prophet to these kids, I'm like a church, Speezus Christ
Used to work morning to the night
So another man could live a better life
Minimally pay me then he's whipping a Mercedes
Something shady, so I made it to the majors out of spite
That's right

[Spose