[Lyric] Wingz Logo (Tha God Fahim & Nicholas Craven)

Uh
Check it, uh-huh
I keep the Jumpman with the dump, man
Stockin' up on raps, uh, and investin' in the brand
Just a couple days ago, I touched a hundred grand
Tryna stack my gems away and stay up out the jam
You don't get too many chances, so I'm usin' mines wisely
A wastin' of the brain is similar to kamikaze
We 'bout to change the game, 'bout to go and cop the Masi
You cowards ain't built for the war that I bring
Supreme work ethic, I'm cookin' like a machine
These Pumas here designed by Alexander McQueen
Me and fashion got a thing, I can put you under the wing
Teach you all the ropes and put you onto some things
I fought through all my struggles for the sake of my survival
Hated by my rivals, 'cause they know I got the title
I can't trust too many, 'cause this world is cutthroat
I don't wanna be a victim of the gunsmoke
So I'm level-headed, barrel-chested, keep the revolver spinnin'
Fine silks and linen, this money attract all the women
Attached to my brokerage account, my stocks keep winnin'
Just tryna stay out of the way, 'cause I don't like sinnin'
And since the beginnin' been comin' up, 'cause it's a given
I don't know why they talk down to bring me down
I made it through the obstacles, gauntlets and numerals
Filled with much anger, the ganja'll calm me down
Up the middle finger to the system that's against me
Other middle finger to the system that forgets me
It's me against the world like the '95 Pac
Ain't no half-assin', give it all that I got
Remember barbershop talk; some said that I'll pop
While many others doubted the skill and they said that I'll flop
Remember barbershop talk; some said that I'll pop
While many others doubted the skill and they said that I'll flop