text: Look, you wanna know whos in my top ten?
  Me, me, me and me again
  Run and tell them that it aint pretend
  No fake news, CNN
  Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
  All my exes still sprung
  That must mean the double Xs on my chest aint the only thing hung
  What did I do to deserve this?
  I can tell you if you listen
  The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
  Someone give me some detergent
  I just came out of the mud
  Wipe my sneakers on the rug
  No IDs for the club
  No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
  Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
  I will not budge
  Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
  I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
  They tried to kill me in my dads truck
  I had a 40 in my pants tucked
  You know I am from the land of
  Young killers, no manners
  Put the purple in the fantas
  Eyes red like Santas
  And now a driver pulls the van up
  Now they watchin me wit cameras
  Had to shut down the campus
  All the way to Los Angeles
  See yall got me on some trash
  Got me speakin on the past
  Like I wasnt on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
  Like I wasnt shining on my XXL freshman class
  Like I needed these collabs
  Just to get these plaques
  No, I got plenty of em
  Man Im solo on many of em
  Yall know I changed rap
  Live shows I changed that
  Mosh pits since way back
  My guitar, I play that
  Yall witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star 
  Power. I bloom, no flower
  Swisher Sweet full of sour
  Thats a juxstaposition
  Shut the fuck up and listen
  Just to meet me in the present is a present
  Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
  Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
  I dont need the menu neither
  Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
  Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
  Thats what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
  Aye, worth the wait
  Third album on the way, yall know I slay
  I shotgun pump, I dont pump brakes
  Im my favorite rapper alive
  Since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
  I wonder, what now?
  Its the Gunna 
  Look, yall dont gotta hear shit, ask anybody in the 216
  If my name rings bells in them bricks, everybody know who that is
  So what you hate boy, you late boy
  You aint heard about that great boy
  The 3 letter name caucas boy
  Used to live right there up the way boy
  Man you heard about him, said the name
  Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
  You liked the shit and then bought the shit
  And put em on a playlist right next to Jay
  Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
  Disappeared, you couldnt find the bitch
  And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
  Aye her man called me like
  Be humble, not now
  Its the Gunner, need my crown
  Gimme that