[Hook]
Ice, polar
Yeezy, solar
Told my, ex girl, I need, closure
Walk in right inside the jungle with y'all no emotion
Bitch I'm headed to the top, I feel I'm getting closer
RIP my fallen soldiers
Wishing you could see me now just so I could show you
How I took over the game, they don't even know it
How I took over the game, they don't even know it
[Verse 1]
Money, flowing
Henny, pouring
Ice on, my neck, like it's, snowing
Yeezy's, glowing
Easy, going
Had to boss my life up, I needed a promotion
Funny how they don't remember all the bad times
Look straight in the mirror say this was my last time
Swear to God that I could do this with my hands tied
I like asparagus and chicken that is pan fried
Told my chef hook it up, whole gang in the cut
Had to cut they down, wait can't let the fame build me up
They gon' hang me out to dry if I don't make another one
I know my brothers with me dog, I love 'em like my mother's son
Working like a sweatshop, I refuse to be a bum
Eatin' I won't leave a crumb
Even when the season done
Leave it up to me and I'mma keep it up, I'll teach you somethin'
I'm a teacher's son
So the route was not an easy one
Let's get it
Ice, polar
Yeezy, solar
Told my, ex girl, I need, closure
Walk in right inside the jungle with y'all no emotion
Bitch I'm headed to the top, I feel I'm getting closer
RIP my fallen soldiers
Wishing you could see me now just so I could show you
How I took over the game, they don't even know it
How I took over the game, they don't even know it
[Verse 1]
Money, flowing
Henny, pouring
Ice on, my neck, like it's, snowing
Yeezy's, glowing
Easy, going
Had to boss my life up, I needed a promotion
Funny how they don't remember all the bad times
Look straight in the mirror say this was my last time
Swear to God that I could do this with my hands tied
I like asparagus and chicken that is pan fried
Told my chef hook it up, whole gang in the cut
Had to cut they down, wait can't let the fame build me up
They gon' hang me out to dry if I don't make another one
I know my brothers with me dog, I love 'em like my mother's son
Working like a sweatshop, I refuse to be a bum
Eatin' I won't leave a crumb
Even when the season done
Leave it up to me and I'mma keep it up, I'll teach you somethin'
I'm a teacher's son
So the route was not an easy one
Let's get it
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