[Verse 1]
And my fans say that they're grateful
That they have me
We get it popping
Like a face full of acne
Show me where the cash be
Don't tell me 'bout the rap beef
Rude boy, say it to my face, don't @ me
They're handing out blessings
Hope Jehovah don't pass me
They say it's loving
When you're dead broke and ashy
This a marathon
Not a sprint if you ask me
I overcome the pain
Run the race with a bad knee
Pull up at the filling station
Peeps harass me
Got enough in the tank
So please don't gas me
Lil' mama, love me, don't sass me
Try to understand me
Don't tell me that I rap deep
I got drive and my skeem's in the back seat
That means I chauffeur my dreams
You should back me
I'm from the ghetto but we still act classy
Dudes used to pop while we stayed in the back seat