Aye this the shit that prolly make my granny proud
Yeah this that flow that use to make my uncle smile
No this that flow gone get my momma out the hood
Or this that shit that got my n***as eating good

I break chains and still peddle
I don't ever fuckin settle
These n***as doing the race
But ain't win no fuckin medals

We investing we neglecting everything that you accepted
We like gushers different colors but somehow we all connected

I'm the greatest I'm yo favorite this the shit that I expected
I don't pray I just go get it
I count paper you count blessings

Ain't no Christian got no master
I get everything I'm after
I don't listen to no pastor
I ain't grow up as no bastard

But my father was a hustler he did everything he could
I'm doing everything he couldn't cuz I always said I would

Set yo price and live yo life
They still asking me to joog
They can't defamate my story
N***as know me in my Hood
If you don't it's all good
Cuz I do this shit for us
These n***as do the most
I think I do this shit too much

Barely ever leave the lab
If I do I'll hit you up
I should call this elevators
I made this to lift you up