[ Verse I ]
Yeah
We be running strong till that finish line
Everybody wants they deserve
Me I be out here getting mine
Proof is in the pudding go head and claim the verse
New Hampshire I've got you
Who else you know saying that
They hear that shit laugh me at
Then I turn around and drop amazing track
Who laughing now, fuck y'all
Hop in and let's chase a dream
While these A&R bitches make you sell your soul
Hard for a chase just to make the team
I hate the scene but I deal with it
I'm gonna do this shit on my own time
I take the real and make killing with it
And hang these rapper like clothes line
I'm on my grind

[ Verse II ]
I'm riding around I'm getting it who said this shit is a hard labor
I got a bad bitch breathing all heavy
In the bedroom I call her Darth Vader
I got small favor just speared the word bump Jzac while your spread the herb
I'm getting head while you head to bed
That help me up before I head to work
See it started with a kid with a little bit a flow
Came in the game with a little bit of dough
But little did they know he literately blow
Everybody out the water who ever tried to tell him no
So for you go just know what you hating
God give a gift but the flow is on Satin
Goals on patient
Hoes all waiting
The best part is it's all in the making
I'm gonna be the talk of the town
Nah, I'm gonna be the talk of the world and everyone around me
Leave everyone around with hope for the genre they once said drowned
Mean what I say that true if you know me
Not trying to have a career like Tony
Raps up on me I might be low key
But once it kicks off I'm gotta blast off.. homie

[ Verse III ]
Give big thanks for that are hateful
Real OG, bitch overly grateful
Real OG overfilled grateful
This shit is old
I'm not trying hear how you got so fly
Your shit ain't cold
I'm trying how you got so high
You smoke up and you swags out
That shit is already been bragged about
I can't take y'all seriously y'all is something that I laugh about
I'm on the road to riches raise to fame
In the cockpit of life trying to fly my plane
And these battle wounds show where you been
The proof that a you made it and can't hide the pain

[ Verse IV ]
I've got big dreams from a small town
Ain't settling for medium
I'm gonna raise at the sun and a loaf of bread
In a room full of helium
You gassed, I was I was premium
Man I wish my hater best
I understand hate
Hating sucks and I hate the stress
See it started with a kid with a little bit of dream but he knew he helped started building up a team
Made a name on the scene but he still be local
He gonna change that man his flow is so loca
Strand from the squares and he keeps a small oval
Don't let another hold you back
Don't forget who told you that
Knowing many people that owe you rep
Then put that bullshit
Like you think you black not knowing that of my wordplay can blow you back
But these others rappers brag that blow through stacks
Fuck that ( IV Times )
Let the true colors
When the artist when shows
So don't say that it's luck when I start to blow
I give blood, swear, tear, my heart, and soul
And that's real

So come fuck with me