First name The
Last name Greatest.
Ever since he was a youngin’
They said that he couldn’t make it.
He’s just in it for the money
Doesn’t care ‘bout being famous.
Everyday he’s on the grind
Steady blocking out the haters.
No matter what they’re spittin’
He’ll never fall from the top.
They think he’s just a joke
But one day he’ll run the block.
Whatever way things change
His game will stay on lock.
One day he’ll have the style
Everybody’ll wanna cop.
Never appreciated
Always underestimated.
His heart his like a lion
Will never be domesticated.

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