You talking like you really proud of me
But really you talk down on me
To anyone who doubted me
I really thought you were my baby and not my enemy
But I thank God that he showed me what I failed to see
Nowadays I talk less
And I count up all my Ps
I know that they heard of me
I know they take notes and then act like they ain’t heard of me
They hope and pray that I fall
I see the urgency
Certainly
These n***as really fearing me

These n***as cannot handle mе
They like the half of mе
I haven’t done a show Yet
But fuck look at my salary
This shit is a whole movie
But my life is not a gallery
Don’t come around me if
All you do is pick up calories
Yeah
I did this on my own man fuck this is for my family
Ion chase money man shit really happens naturally
Rnb n***a still but I got these n***as mad at me
Yeah
And They just mad cause I know my worth
I know what I deserve
I know they sleep on me
Ignoring all my perks
I know they goin have love for me
When I’m in a hearse
Yeah
That’s just how that shit go yeah
That’s just how it go
Sometimes I be drowning need a jet to stay afloat
Cause I’m over loading and the passengers in the boat might go down with me
If I play around

Indeed I’m walking up proud
Through any and every lesson I learn
Down bad south, Fans been praying for my return

Yeah

She a force huh
Can’t close all the doors cause busting through my sport yeah

Rope I grab it
And climb til my hands split
All I do is shoot, yall out of focus Knicks Canon
Working on the weekend like he ain’t Abel to
I just hope when this shit start to hit the fan, I’m pampered for real

I got high standards
The deals I get, plus all the chills I give
Equal to magma

I’m hot n***a
But I’m rocks, stoned if I gotta be
Stone cold roads call for smoke, I do pottery now
They proud of me now
I’m shaping myself
Im pacing the wealth
Library I’m leaving em shelved
Library again on em and read em too well
Then go Shakespeare and son it (sonnet) all, cause this game is my child
Damn, yall should know better
They only love you when you gone, that’s a low stepper
That’s a blow right below the elbow
Stones and sticks can’t even break em cause their bones’ treasure
This getting old n***a
Yeah
It’s getting old to hate
Yeah
If they spent as many hours scouting millions as trolling winners, we’d all be great
But I guess love is hate