Y'all could say what y'all wanna say
3 years, baby, that's more than luck
Independence the way of life and
Money got to be talking trucks
I'm not tryna sign no dotted lines less money deal
Cause on the side I'm doing fine and
I don't punch no clocks nowhere
Fort Lauderdale to O'hare, Hearts Field to LAX
That's airports I'm speaking bout
But you should know if you getting it
I fly around like the president
Got a message here from my campaign
Form a shift in culture, I work Jesus over
'cause I never forget from where them came
It's a damn shame
Like I ain't gone speak on it
Everybody gotta rap, gotta trap on the track
Y'all brothers sound weak on me
I ain't gon sleep on it
To the top, where my sight's directed
You hating on me, that's counterproductive
And you probably want to get that thing corrected
Got too many years invested
To let anybody just disrespect it
Probably one of the only few that would talk a life
I could recollect it
Best of times, to the worst of times
But I'm always straight because He's present
And that's facts only like Gary Clint got a Fat Tony
We run the rap, while you run ya yap
Tell 'em run it back, get the plaques for me
For Uncle Sam raise the tax on me
Or pass the bill that can strip my rights out
Stand firm like a palm tree through a hurricane for the Lord Christ
Here's some more advice
I've been told y'all brothers that I'm all nice

Hook: Chris Batson
They all think I do this for the social prize
But I can't even lie o son of mine
And why you lookin' away? Look me in my eyes
And I'm just tryna feel alive before I die
Excuse me but I do not think you heard me right
They wanna see us dead inside
And I just pray at night that I don't lose my mind
Then I won’t go like a changed man
Who am I? Who am I?

Verse 2: Fern
I'm spitting that [Ebenezer?] brother
I bacon crusted my pizza brother
Im telling kids they can follow their dreams
I’m dropping giants like david with that slings
My life is different than yours brother
I'm thinking bigger yours doors differ
I’m living dreams, you just dream chasin
I use time wisely I don’t need wastin
This lane of our that we created is pop of
God that's our creator
Never complains how we like makin
But we stay on fire like heat nation
Paul is reckoning I was be like didn't I just tell that he did
Tell that man that he did
We had a show in Arkansas we definitely did

Hook: Chris Batson
They all think I do this for the social prize
But I can't even lie o son of mine
And why you lookin' away? Look me in my eyes
And I'm just tryna feel alive before I die
Excuse me but I do not think you heard me right
They wanna see us dead inside

Verse 3:
Okay, One thing I am is true to my hood and that's never gon’ change
Same God on the throne
More links on the chain than the beat go bang
This the hardest song I write now no questions bout’ it
And imma talk my talk cause my son can’t now but he thinkin’ bout it
He got eagle optics, and Big sissy sheat ups
Under boss under moors
But I swear she a beast she be spitting bars (already)
And my life’s amazing and my fences wooden
Marty and I going places, Others say we couldn’t
I feel like Dwight Gooden, Honestly Darryl Strawberry
Social club is the 86 mets place, ya betsy yes
And when your mother knows your lyrics to your songs
Spits lines from your verses when she calls you on your phone
You know that you pushin that culture, Came back and my mother was gone
The life we livin is flaunt, Literally heaven’s around
Escorting us to our destination, I’m giving debts to the pilots
These other brothers think we wyling, puerto rican from the Island