Outcasted Obscurity

The bottle isn’t finished yet, hip-hip

Hooray, finna’ get a check today

No marks on the bills and the funds are all clean,

valid just like a driver’s license

Violence wasn’t involved in the earnings of it

My craziest thoughts run faster than varsity track teams

On my way to the World Trade Center

Thinkin’ about how far I’ve came and how far I got to go

Thinkin’ about what I could do to pop off in the boroughs

Thinkin’ about myself and only myself, did the pineapple vodka grow low already?

I had to leave humanity alone,

I’m no longer on the chase for anyone

As I’ve said before, if you want me

Come get me, then we’ll take it from there

If not, oh well

Your loss, not mine fam

You’ll be back

Once the bottle is emptied

You’ll be back

Once the lights around my name brightens

You’ll be back

Once I take over the world singlehandedly