Lyrics

Yo, it’s Donnie T., the king, the GOAT,
Buildin my empire, watchin you all choke.
You beg for help? Bitch, stay broke,
While I stack cash, you sniffin’ fenty cut coke.

Ain’t no more handouts, no free rides,
Cry all you want, I let you slide.
Now the leash tight, now the game’s done,
You poor? You lost. Dont give a fuck I already won.

Welfare? Dead. Healthcare? Gone.
You want a savior? Go pray to your God.
Can’t pay rent? Better pack your bags,
Your future lookin’ worse than your rags.

I feed the rich, I starve the weak,
Survival, bitch—it ain’t for the meek.
Borders locked, my walls stay high,
Try to climb? Watch you die.

Stockpile billions, flex my reign,
Your life struggle? That’s my gain.
America first, the rest can burn,
Bow to your master—it’s my turn.