[Hook : Neto]

I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune

I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon

I don't wanna talk if it ain't important

I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin

[verse 1 : Neto]

I don't wanna be a part of that none of that I'm doin' my own thing catch it with a Kodak
I just wanna see my name on a plaque for bein' the best rapper to come up in a shack
Woah , hold up , I just wanna take it back to a time when I had nothin' but a pad and a pen
I just wanna relive all the shit I did when I was a kid maybe do it again , but
It don't work like that , cause when I was a kid I ain't realize what I had was that great
But now I see the world from a whole different state of mind , and shits crazy when you think about it all the time
We spend so much time on the past and the future
That we don't realize what we're losin'
Cause the present goes by in the blink of an eye
And everybody spends time looking up at the sky
Waiting for a miracle to fall on em
But instead of getting up and doing work
They just wanna let people kick me when they in the dirt
They don't wanna make a change they don't wanna take a stand
They just wanna follow the beaten path that's been laid for em by another man
Cause anytime you step outta line you're fucking crazy
But where would rap be without jay z

[ Hook : Neto ]

I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune

I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon

I don't wanna talk if it ain't important

I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin

[verse 2 : Your$ Truly]

Put another nail in the box
Had to straighten out the wrongs I made but the guap got my mind on some other shit I stay losin thoughts
Pray for a n***a if he wanna cross me blood spatter in the carseat next to my homies dead body no pulse no heartbeat momma cryin she don't need to see this
They don't put real shit on the news it's a secret
Let me get real for a second I don't give a fuck about god or the devil
I'm the one in the streets sellin rock with the metal tucked in my back pocket
Wish a n***a would start something
Waiting for the day I can pop it
Got a small circle ain't goin out like pac did
You done ran outta options it's over
Fuck a poet im a real monster
Grew up in the mud im a pig
Threw up at the club but I still fucked your bitch
We the ones youndon't wanna mess with
Better start prayin to your reverend
Stackin bands up like a n***a playin tetris
Im ruthless to these hoes but they still wanna suck it
I'm the realist one no question check the news bitch ya boy on the front cover Your$ Truly

[ Hook : Neto ]

I'm on a rise to the fame and the fortune

I'ma race around the game like I'm Gordon

I don't wanna talk if it ain't important

I don't wanna sip it if you ain't pourin