Trust nobody, two phones like I'm Baby Keem

At sixteen, my nigga I had one dream

Started from the bottom, my vision was very deam

I had this theory, cream, get to the money

I was just a kid, ballin since a jit

You could see I started in this busi' my money has been legit

Since I started to hang around big fish

Everything been good, now I leveled up, I have a big dish

Not a jester, but I have many tricks

Make a nigga disappear with the glock like it's a magic stick

This the type of music I make magic with