SaWaDiKa

Now lock me away.
Championship, they call me the one,
Whip my shit like it's a salon.
I throw fits like highlight clips, I aim my hits,
Blow smoke off the gun.
How many does it take?
How many does it take?
How many, how many tryna ride my wave?
How many want my name?
How many, how many got discipline?
How many comprehend?
How many that been where I been?
How many get me from within?