I′ve been winning for a long time

I think it's written in my starsign

Sauce, soul fireWish you can see it with your own eyes

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)

Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)

Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)

We at the top, we at the pinnacle

Finally made it to the big time

Came a long way from the underground

Tryna figure out

How to keep my feelings inside

While I′m looking out, I don't fuck around

I been getting so much money niggas

Probably think I'm signed to Mabala now

Summer after summer, if you never done it

You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth

I′m a god now

Let the Lamborghini doors down

Check the scoreboard now

All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound

Fuck this material shit

Don′t give a fuck what your vehicle is

If you can't move crowds

How many eras?

How many times I invented a whole new style

I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house

Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile

I don′t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered

If a young nigga comes and ask saying

"Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant

In an era where niggas sounds so American"

No pride in their own heritage

Whole vibes so negative

Ain't nobody gonna remember them

Dose of your own medicine

House rent on the outfit, that′s credit

All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit

Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas

Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics

Fuck em let's get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)

Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)

Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)

We at the top, we at the pinnacle

All of my niggas is litty

All of my bitches is pretty

Golden child of my city

Hundred cows for the wedding

Overseas like Benny

Kicking ass like Kenny

Cheddar cheese that′s dairy

Fan love racked up

Met plugs at the embassy

Don't shit where you sleep

Don't eat with your enemy

Mask on, mask off

I keep looking through your energy

Man up, act tough

Why you niggas so sensitive...

Slide in the DM with vaseline

All of my niggas smoke gasoline

I′m busy living my fantasy

I ain′t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities

Jam packed itinerary

I ain't looking back like I′m driving meter cab or a black limousine

Rack city rack rack city bitch

Wack niggas catch guillotines

Can't match my ability, is you feeling me?

Yeah we on top of the pyramid

Niggas smoking that cheap shit

Still sipping on Benylin

All my niggas rock vetements

Y′all need to finish your weet-bix

Time to reup on your vitamins

I got two Mandela pieces

That's what I call born free shit

Used to beat box now Reebok

Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt

That Givenchy shit

No Dominos pizza

I′ve been winning for a long time

I think it's written in my starsign

Sauce, soul fire

Wish you can see it with your own eyes

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)

Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)

Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)

We at the top, we at the pinnacle

Supa Mega had to promise me

Don't forget about your honesty

You gon alway run like an allergy

When a nigga ego match his balance sheet

Me and B share a legacy

Of bad grammar and a booking fee

Both grandmas were bad mannered

But they had character you can′t tweet

Different clothes see the two piece

Stogie big enough for two me′s

You think it's ox skin, think I lost it

Written off like I couldn′t free it

How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music

I'm iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn′t do shit

Different nigga no comparing

Used to living off your parents

Goofy lyrics on the [?]

They took the Mickey I don't care

My children in Disneyland, Paris

It′s the sauce, it's the antidote

Got me traveling through Charles de Gaulle

Steps in Lusaka I'm abroad can′t get Mufasa′d by antelopes (no)

House rent on the outfit, that's credit

All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit

Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas

Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics

Fuck em let′s get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)

Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? (Cash)

Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)

We at the top, we at the pinnacle