[Chorus]
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I miss the past when we wasn't getting paid
When we was just kids and the trouble we made
All day, we would do shit kids would do
But now I we got shit to do
Ey

[Verse 1]
Yo look
Didn't I tell you n***as one day we would leave those blocks
I told you we would be on top
And to think, last year I wasn't ready to be no pops
Now I'm grinding; you won't see G-Mo stop
I've been going places that I never thought I would go
On the road, doing shows in the fog and the snow
It's a struggle; that's what it takes for artists to grow
I work hard, thank God we ain't starving no mo'
'Cause now we get rushed by the fans screaming "bless you"
When I get off tour I'm thinking 'bout my next tune
I've got to keep moving, got to make the best moves
Just in case my nieces and nephews need refuge
I told myself I'd be feeding the fam
Just focus on the goal and proceed with the plan
I was never worried 'bout college fees and exams
And I never bow down to the feet of a man n***a
[Chorus]
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I miss the past when we wasn't getting paid
When we was just kids and the trouble we made
All day, we would do shit kids would do
But now I we got shit to do
Ey

[Verse 2]
To my sister who took care of me when I was a seed
I left home before I was finna be sixteen
And even though we argued and disagreed
She knew her baby brother was destined to see his dreams
And momma still can't believe that I'm taking flights
I'm out of state, she calling me every day and night
Perform in Tulsa, I saw that n***a sell
If I don't get you back to Richmond I'mma raise hell
My n***a Kev's still macking on these bitches
Super Saiyan pimp hand smacking on these bitches
Cash Prada, J Novee, Roman and Gatsby
Here now bang gang shit holding us back
And Vinnie Paz kept it real for the young [?]
Got me on a track: changed my life with one song
And C-Lens you know what's up dog?
Every time you jump on a track we come strong
[Chorus]
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I miss the past when we wasn't getting paid
When we was just kids and the trouble we made
All day, we would do shit kids would do
But now I we got shit to do
Ey

[Verse 3]
So many years I've worked for what I've got now
Don't want to lose it all being too hostile
And these motherfuckers wonder why I'm seldom seen
I'm at the house making music smoking hella weed
I told my nieces they can take my strength
So I'm never worried 'bout if their grades might slip
And I'mma make up for every birthday I missed
We gon' ball out when the world play my shit
To all my n***as struggling I raise my fist
We in the same boat n***a I ain't Don Rich
Thanks to my godbrother, we stay in the hills
Still busting our ass but we paying the bills
When I get paid, we gon' blaze it and chill
Like back in the old days, no fame or a pill
Before we were chasing the mill
When we was kids
This isn't for the rap money this is for my niggs
I love y'all
[Chorus]
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I know I'm getting real distant
I hope it don't make you think I feel different
When I get paid, best believe I will visit
This ain't for the fans; this strictly for my n***as
I miss the past when we wasn't getting paid
When we was just kids and the trouble we made
All day, we would do shit kids would do
But now I we got shit to do
Ey