And go from sheep to G.O.A.T., it’s like:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I ain’t tryna stunt, homie
The gross of your career’s just a month for me
I know the last couple years been a slump for ya
And now you mad that I got the one-up on ya
And that’s where my mind’s been lately. I’m not worried about the next million; I’m wakin’ up, goin’: “What can I do today to become the greatest creative writer online?”
Knowing, even if I never claim the title, just being in contention is a) pretty cool and b) worth many many many millions. Probably way more than the goal I have set for myself anyways.