[Intro] I don't think I'm God... I just started thinking like one. [Verse 1] I came from the bottom with a problem to solve, Now I'm looking at the stars like I'm talking to God, Had a thought in the dark, put a spark in the fog, Now the art that I craft got 'em watching in awe. I was lost, now I'm locked, every thought getting sharp, Put the pain in the page, put the flame in the bars, Made a name from the shame, now the name going far, If the game is a cage, I'm escaping the bars. I got vision, precision, ambition, decision, Contradiction? I'm different — I live in the friction, I don't need your permission, I built my position, Turned a little intuition into superstition. They said, “Who do you think you are?” — I said, “Who should I be?” If I see it in my mind, why can't I make it reality? I don't chase validation, I create the equation, Turn imagination into manifestation. I got faith in the face of the fear that I faced, Put the weight on my back, still I carried the weight, Every hate, every break, every snake, every fake Only sharpened the blade that I carry today. Now I'm raising the stakes while they're raising debate, If I'm aiming for the heavens, I ain't changing my aim, Call it ego, call it evil, call it pride, call it fame— If I built it from the ashes, I can build it again. [Hook] Maybe I got a God complex, Maybe I got divine intent, Maybe every line I pen Got a little bit of heaven in it. I don't need your God complex, I just know what I'm capable of, If I'm reaching for the sky, I'ma reach until the sky gives up. [Verse 2 ] Now the praise got a taste and the taste got addictive, Every face in the place getting strangely attentive, When you're great, everybody wanna claim they detected it, But they weren't in the basement when I built the perspective. I was writing in the silence while the violence of doubt Had a siren in my mind saying, “Figure it out,” Now the silence is a choir when I enter the room, And the fire that I carry got the temperature moved. I'm a paradox wrapped in a classic catastrophe, Half of me wants immortality, half wants peace, Got a masterpiece mentality, massive capacity, Turn a tragedy to strategy, then package the alchemy. I don't need a throne, I need a microphone, I don't need a crown, let the rhyme become the robe, I don't need a kingdom, let the mind become the home, If the universe is infinite, then I'ma make it known. But the higher that I climb, the more frightening the view, Every mountain that I conquer puts another in the queue, If I ever start believing I'm invincible, I'm through, 'Cause the same hand that can build can be the hand that breaks it too. So I walk with the arrogance of someone who survived, But I talk with the awareness that I'm only still alive, I can reach for the divine without pretending I'm divine, Maybe God complex means I finally realized— That the limit was a lie, That the ceiling was a sign, That the fear was just a fence And the fence was in my mind. [Final Hook] Maybe I got a God complex, Maybe I got divine intent, Maybe every line I pen Got a little bit of heaven in it. I don't need your God complex, I just know what I'm capable of, If I'm reaching for the sky, I'ma reach until the sky gives up. [Violin Solo] [Outro — whispered] Maybe the sky was never the limit. Maybe it was just the first thing I learned to look beyond. And if that's a God complex... ...then let me build something worthy of the name.
