Yeah, never been told, never been told
I started hangin with my older cousin
Now my family callin me a thug
But he the one that show me love
So he the one that get my trust
Yeah, he the one that slangin drugs
Even I dont really give a fuck
I think he just misunderstood
That nigga really from the mud
Im tryna take him from the hood
See, Im tryna take him from the hood
Im tryna give my niggas dots
You in my way and Im surprised
I drop up them pot
Drop buyers been lie
Drop top feels right
Since a boy I been stylin
Every time I get to ballin
My mama always get to bawling
She says she think I got a problem
She think that Ima workaholic
Or what ever you wanna call it
I just be livin in the moment
It costs a lot for Decarnes
But I cant cop em in my coffin
I swear I do it way too often
I run it up and run amuck
You cant defeat the one on one
Especially not one on one
Mic strike like lightning
Bright night white lighting
Niggas really like biting
Niggas really Mike Tyson
Aye, Ezzy I feel you
Aye, we gon spark one up for the city
Aye, started blazin rolling papers
Gettin faded way before I was shavin
That must have been 7th grade then
Way back in aunties basement
Way back when I was anxious
Way back catching cases
Legal fees got me workin hard tryna pay back daddys savings
Why they tell me be patient?
Why they tell me be gracious?
Why dont they acknowledge I did all this by myself? I aint need favors
God damn I be gettin high
Doesnt mean Im getting lazy
Teachers teaching bout Reagan
Im tryna be Jay-Z
Only presidents in my residence all got green faces
I dont put em in the banks neither
Bet it all on races
Spades game throwing Aces
Crib lookin like Vegas
Cleveland in my blood bitch
That shit aint changin
IPad, new playlist
Im that new favorite
Eyes red like Satans
Roll white like angels
Im suited up like Frank was
Sam Cooke, Sam Davis
Now Im tryna be the greatest
Thats a motherfuckin statement
Limitations only for the fakers
I can do whatever like The Matrix
18 with a baby on the way
2 years later, major labels
Dappin Kobe like he know me
Feet on the wood sittin at the Staples
Face on the big screen
Rooting for my home team
All that sleepin on me
And you still aint chasin no dreams
And you crazy everybody tryna milk me still aint gettin no cream
I only do my own thing
I only want the whole thing
My flow is like a morphine
I only want the morphines
Im headed from the bottom to the top and I aint stoppin
No, that is not a option
Niggas livin like its Gotham
These niggas robbin gotta watch em
Sick and tired of living out of fear
So they gon hate me when Im outta here
They wonder how I do it all without a deal man
Thats just how it is for real
Like, I dont know I just got the skill for real