[Verse I]

You were born to be a leader, a star
To be somebody great, gotta tell yourself that's what you are
It always starts with the proper mindset and discipline
Gaining assets and then building it up
Like how your parents raised you for the task
They worked too hard for you to half ass
Gave you a taste of all the fine things in life
The preview alone is almost blinding in its light
But you gotta prove to the world that you deserve it and more,
Only made men can go inside the glass door
Observe for the moment 'til you figure out the secret
How to get a passing score
Don't you wanna stand among titans?
Your face gracing Time, you life story timeless?
I know you do, who wouldn't wanna live the dream?
I'll teach you a magic spell, repeat after me


[Hook]

Here's a toast to some wonderful times
Spreading peace, love and positive vibes
Never let up on the hustle and grind
Stack your money 'till it's up in the skies


[Verse II]

You're on a roll, and building momentum
With a sound plan with necessary connections
The money tree you planted's slowly grown to fruition
Just keep doing things that earn you recognition
As for charity... well you can give back
But frankly, morality and empathy is a trap
Designed to take away and impede your cash flow
The obligation is a little hard to grasp, though, 'cuz
Where were they when you were out making money?
All your former bullies now broke, ain't it funny?
It was a good choice to chase material possessions
But still not enough, you need more obsession
Yes.... you gotta make more
You haven't made it 'till you can't make any more
Everything else is utterly inconsequential
Now sing it with me as we hit the instrumental


[Hook]


[Verse III]

Now you're at the top, the profit never stops
So much, you've forgotten what it's like climbing up
They look at you like some kind of biblical figure
When you're up that stage, give 'em all a middle finger
Fuck 'em all, inspire competition?
Teach 'em how to lick your feet and bow in submission
Show them success is not a bedfield of flowers
You gotta have tenacity to power through the doubters
Nerves of steel to ignore inequality
Those who can't be a king deserve a peasant's salary
And all these parasites are plaing guilty conscience
But all the accusations boil down to jealous nonsense
They say you never starved... Yeah, 'cuz you're smart
They're starving 'cuz they're lazy
It's not the system's fault
Poverty is just another deadbeat excuse
Better do the whipping if you don't wanna be the one abused
And you're amused with all the contradiction
Denying your reality with poorly-written fiction
When you shed metaphorical blood, sweat, and tears
Don't let anyone tell you that you had it easy getting here
Let those losers get their just desserts
You get the full course and everything that you deserve
Let them salivate as you dine with fellow kings
Drink that fine wine, raise it high, and sing


[Hook]


[Outro]

It feels good to be a god among men
It feels good to be a god among men
It feels good to be a god among men
I know you wanna be one too, don't pretend.