[Intro]
Way before I knew my records would sell
I knew that I was destined for shit
Way before I knew all of my records would sell
They knew I'm the shit
I knew I'd get to this moment
I never question it, not one fuckin' bit

[Verse]
Don't worry Haze, yeah I got 'em
And n***as wanna talk about this shit
Money calibration if it means getting paid
But n***as ain't talk about this shit
Gotta keep it real [?] keep it trill
Ever had a mil' and made a motherfucker squeal?
If somebody get it everybody know the deal
I was doing this shit way before I had to deal
And I keep it independent, I ain't got a deal
Money intuition, everybody gotta kill
N***as in the hood they always shot up in the field
Always seven bricks they holding n***a in a box
Always on the hunt, them other n***as gettin' caught
Talk about their sales like they always make a lot
I was in this shit before a n***a caught [?]
Fuck your situation, best rapper, I'm real
I was doing this shit way before I got sealed
Way before I got caught, way before I had pop
Motherfucka's got dropped, I was cruisin' in the city
Had to put it on lock, can't put me in a box
Someone get me with the shit
A left, right wrist everybody can't permit
I'm caught up in the shit while the others pop pills
Everybody wanna body but nobody keep it trill
Motherfucka's wanna copy but them n***as ain't real
Woo!, you be rapping 'bout a Maybach
I could make the same flat, probably get your brains splat
Acting like you really got the chopper [?]
I was wearing all black, ready for the call back
Sittin' in a [?], n***as had the wave cap
Get this shit played back, you could never take that
Shoot 'em like it's 80 flat, make a n***a face flat
I do what I can, you don't understand
You don't get the plans, you don't understand my growth
I be living as a man, dying for the clan
Staying with the fam, all my n***as got hope
I was clinically inclined, never stole my shine
N***as will define, everybody will peep this shit
You fake for real, you pay for thrills
My pen is steel, I broke my [?]
I'm showing skill, n***as talking 'bout the racks
Count your blessings not the pills
All I do is stack these raps, motherfucka's talk about it
Motherfucka's hangin' out the window
[?] by the end of the night get killed
Way before somebody grab the chopper
Doing [?] like the Double-O-Seven [?] somebody in the field
I was in the field, runnin' up a ticket for thrill
Way before I had a chance to be here, woo!
I be chillin' in the game
All these other rap n***as always coward in fear, woo!
You be doing what you can
You be doing what you can for the moment that's trill, woo!
But I'm not competing with the rest of these n***as
Y'all n***as ain't real, y'all n***as ain't real