[Chorus]
Got back from my tour, got back in album mode
Make myself a millionaire, that's on Alvin's soul
Journey of a thousand miles begin with one step
Last of a dying breed, it's still some left

[Verse]
I failed over and over just to see success
No matter what happens, I strive to be the best
I've grown now, the planted seed from the West
That rose out the mud on you n***as, you see the progress
Only thing that interfere with my learning is my education
Hope that don't go over your head, Loc had to learn some patience
You can get knocked down, can you get back up?
The bullshit dying down, I'm tryna live it up
Still got some hot heads who really don't give a fuck
Navy Gray Ferrari outside, haters sick as fuck
Grind in the winter, summertime buy a Bentley truck
Last album topped the charts, you can't say it's beginners luck
Stand for something or you gon fall for anything
On my Malcolm X shit, getting mines by any means
Necessary, my heart turned cold in the month of February
Every year I face my fears, I ain't ever scary
Plus I know god got me so I don't ever worry
Just another chapter of a thug n***a
Lord knows I ain't wanna be a drug dealer
So I'm thankful that I got it out the mud, n***a
In these LA streets I'm the plug, n***a
Rich n***a, in a month I made six figures
I'm a seven figure n***a, now
That ain't the reason I'm that n***a, now
I took off running laps soon as I hit the ground
I'm packing out shows when I hit your town
I'm the only n***a in LA with a different sound
I'm a stand-up n***a and you sitting down
I can't join y'all circus, man, you n***as clowns
Can't win a game when your whole team living foul
That's fact
[Chorus]
Got back from my tour, got back in album mode
Make myself a millionaire, that's on Alvin's soul
Journey of a thousand miles begin with one step
Last of a dying breed, it's still some left