[Freestyle]
Ain’t no turning back
I’m trying to ball with the goats, Wally Szczerbiak
I’m doing straight she regretting that she curved my ass
N***as wouldn’t bust a grape talking all that murder rap
I just got word my enemy beat his murder rap
And he’ll be out in like six
By then I’ll be counting like 4 or 5 M's
In the Maybach behind tints
My momma boy but I’m Gods gift
All that hating on me make me feel accomplished
You too prideful to salute me on everything I accomplished
They say I’m humble and I’m cocky at the same time
I ain't never tripping off what ain’t mines, yea
My girl thick like steak fries
And I beat it like I’m Ray Rice, yea yea
They taking shots but I chase mines
And I don’t smoke but I stay high
They can't see me cause I’m way in the clouds
Had to cut off homies who was weighing me down
Trying to preach the real when they be faker then thou
Don’t try to rock wit me later if you ain't wit me now, naw
Cause it don’t work like that
Trying to reap the benefits of my labor
When you ain’t even put in work like that
I’m ten toes working my ass off
Got so many wins can’t remember my last loss
Palms itching like I took the cast off
Can't keep up with me cause I’m playing fast ball
I never get distracted by a bad broad
I’m grounded cause I started from the asphalt
Now it's like another day another milestone
Another day a different time zone
From Atlanta to the Bay to La
Been fucking up the alarms on my iPhone
Then she pick me up and give me top on the drive home

Got home safely (safely)
Glock no safety (safety)
Yea, I could make a hundred million dollars
Bet the guap won't change me

Cause I was raised different
I see the world black and white like I’m Blake Griffin
And even when I lost sight I had the same vision
I’m with the same n***as check my Myspace top eight n***a
2018 I’ma need the whole eight figures
It’s my third tape down making hits like it's the eighth inning
And I ain’t even reached my peak yet
Matter fact I’m just getting my feet wet
Life took a turn it was like I hit the reset
Ice City reject
Graduated college doors start to open up like a C-Sec
Jumped in head first took a deep breath
Now the pretty girls sing my songs like I’m Keith Sweat
Only progress I don’t regress
Made mistakes but no regrets
Cause I can't stress over what I can't change
And I'd be lying to you if I said I ain’t changed
Cause I’ma big dog now, Great Dane
I’m getting fake famous
Yea I’m still in the struggle but I’m maintaining
Got Rap Bay distribution on my bank statements
Just last year I was passing out flyers
Now they got me on the main stages
Industry n***as know me
But they acting like strangers I can't blame them
I'd be scared too
If you was me and I was you
Been at it for a long time now my time due
And you ain’t wanna put me on
Cause you seen I had potential to surpass you
Now I'm past due
C5 got the sauce like Ragu
Boy I’m that dude, yea