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My story was planned All was programmed, crammed at the core Recording dope jams I'd hold my umbilical cord with both hands Flow to my cardiograms In the calm, I'd go ham, conjure barbaric bars Ma could have called me "Conan" A cold man in the making Like Jehovah and Satan's souls had a relation A dope, rapping creation I won't brag, but won't hold back information So don't act like I'm up and coming I'd already crafted four albums in my mother's oven, younging Now when I rap, I hold my frigging penis and Get flashbacks of when I was only just a fetus Shit, I was such a vocalistic genius thinking Jesus, one day the globe will get to see this, but for now I'm just gonna sit here Patiently waiting The world ain't ready for me yet I can, I can tell The world ain't ready for me, for me yet (for me yet, for me yet) I can tell (tell) The world ain't r-, ready for me yet tell (tell) The world ain't ready for me, for me yet (for me yet, for me yet) I can tell (tell) The world ain't ready, world ain't ready For, for me yet The world ain't ready for me yet