[Verse 1]
Sittin' in my condo
Vibing' on some shit
Then I see these posts about you posing like a bitch
Provking my thoughts,Reconciling what I lost
How did I come this far that's what I'm thinking
Black hole in front of my eyes,i'm sinking
And truth is still what I'm digging
Because I'm a product of there revolution hence
Money on my mind cuz i'm a visionary
Bad bitches on my radar
Wining till I die,California Style
What's beef?
Put that bullet in his motherfucking head
That boy dead

[Verse 2]
Think the unthinkable
How many times did you really think your failures were the reason you're still standing here?
How many times did you really think you dodged the truth while other were getting ruth?
How many times did you really think before shouting on your mother while she was just taking out your youth?
Truth shall set us free but you ain't stopping till you start balling like Jermaine Dupri,Haan?
You really want to get that feel,Haan?
Fuck that bitch and rain on her some money,haan?
French Montana in his early teens,Nah?
We ain't doing no shit,we just out here watching you make it
Oh,will you make it?
For the sake of your patience