Wounded Freestyle

The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms

Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm

Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm

Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar

That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars

So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard

I could've went out bad, my granny told me I'm a star

Quit fucking up and slipping knock the windows out your car

I'm different, really in the position to be a star

Keep working, I ain't clocking and I'm punching in these bars

I'm really just a hustler, but I done came so far