(Intro: J.Y.)Theres no progress without sturggle
As they say
Its the game we play
I show you mine, J

(hook: Young Scolla) through our struggle, they must have thought that we failed
But we must struggle so they can't stop what we built
(we with it so that's why I tell em)
We all good
We ready for whatever
I swear to you we got it
Headed to the top and there's nobody who can stop it

(Verse 1: J.Y.) They say im outta here, so im all for it
A breath of fresh air, got sent into orbit
You try to sell to me this moment i wouldn't have bought it
I can't pay mind to haters I couldn't afford it/
Find a synonym for great when you look in thesaurus
You see my face I bet you smile when you look at my portrait
Was lookin' to forfeit, but i took it back
Blinded by how plans foil, that's how I look at rap/
But contrary to belied I was pushed to rap
Learning breath control at six
Holding my boogers back
Got introduced to Pete Rock that's when I got hooked to rap
15 years later I'm buzzin' now would you look at that/ Ain't no lookin' back, I got my rhymes seasoned
And I got all yall attention for the time bein
So my minds even, ready for grind season
So im riding until the wheels get the decline treatment/
(Hook: Young Scolla)

(Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le) Now Im smoking on this overseas, Amsterdam shit
Kush weed, politicking trying to make my plans stick
Push me i'm too close to the edge i smash quick
I ain't that n***a thinkin' he gonna get a couple dollars and switch/
I ain't ya role model, i ain't on no positive shit
I'm on some by any means a n***a got to get rich
Ski mask schemes my team's only logic is this
Its only one way up to go and that's up outta this shit/
Could you believe they didn't see that I was the shit
N***as slept I woke em up like an alarm after 6
Look im a hustler you can tell by the cars that I dip
Fully loaded extra features like the broads that I flip/
Its not a bar that Im gone spit, that's not a part of my script
You eyewitness ass n***as get arrested and snitch
Until you n***as looking at me like the lick with hit
Id tell you bout the last n***a but he rested in piss, look/

(Hook: Young Scolla)


(Verse 3: J.Y.) My minds roamin' free, I'm in the zone to be
One of the top spitters, thats on the coldest beats
So come and see the show, i hope they hold your seats
You left ya ticket home, you better show receipts/ If you should ever wonder, if the show is brief Dead the worry out ya mind I can go for weeks
I can go for months, light up and roll the reef
Until God take my life and has my soul to keep/
So what you supposed to see, flows composed from me
Controlled vocally, death's what I propose for the, weak
Low key I bring the wolves out
And I never been shy, so throw that bull out/
My cribs full of hoes, never raw I pulls out
So like Jesse, I get Becky in that full house
Thats the life for me, but only I can see
I believe the only comp in my eyes is me/
(Hook: Young Scolla)