It's G, you're the Pope, Niggas try to get me out your seat through the Pope Candy, candy, pours, give the channel over crew Get me nice, shoot me pop, you really shoot me Niggas put my fame, no Niggas put my cash, hope, nonscooking up behind me in the ski mask Show, tryna creep up in my home, but I'm sleeping It doesn't think I know, main the floor balls are creaking And now's not a cup game, slashing my car, man He didn't think I'd- If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you If you can trust yourself, when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hated, and yet don't look too good nor talk too wise If you can dream and not make dreams your master, if you can think and not make thought your aim, if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposter's just the same If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken, twisted by naves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe the word about your loss If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you, except the will which says to them, hold on if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much, if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man