(Intro)
Smoking hookah in this bitch
It's good
Uh

(Verse 1)
Went from laying down records in the basement booths
To recording where multi-platinum producers and artists
Laid the platform for this shit to happen aw
Seems to me like all the glamour is for the TV
That's why I hustle so hard
So that kids say they want to be me
When they get older
Hoping for some exposure
Living legends pushing the envelope
Like they're supposed to
I remember when Hov and Damon
Back in '99 put on that tour with X And Method Man
It bright in my eyes uh
That changed the game people thought it wouldn't happen
But now they got the chains and cars
And watches just to match it aw
Me and my homies out to get it
I'm switching lanes in traffic
With n***as I'll give a kidney
Man all I do is vibe
Some say it's suicide
Addressing all my flaws but all my flaws I utilize
Trying to keep two alive my flesh and my spirit
Steady coming with lyrics I'm shutting out all these critics
Consider myself a chemist in the Yo experimenting with flame
I'm checking into the game
With three seconds to hit the game winner
Ha and you can tell that I'm flame spitter
Like I took a shot of gas and lit it
Yeah I'm on the road to riches
I'm fighting all through these trenches
Steady fucking with bitches
That throw my heart in the ditches
Always dirtying dishes cause I'm eating records
I hope my chain match the status of my records
It's platinum

(Hook)
I'm just trying to give you that real n***a x3
I'm just trying to give you that real
Youngin on the come up
I'm just trying to give you that feel n***a

(Verse 2)
Like they say I got all the hoes
Money cars and clothes
I'm really the same n***a from the Lou
They see me in the club with women
Standing up on the stage sipping
In the VI with hookah and they instantly get to stripping
Maybe half of the reason is because of who my team is or
They see these chains and start wondering what my jeans is or
They see this money and wondering where the green is
Well you ain't getting none of that
I'm trynna to be the Bruce Lee to the rap game
Kicking errbody ass
Swerving in something like an Aston
With my foot up on the gas
I ain't worried bout the fame
I'm just headed straight for the cash
And ever since I cut my hair
These bitches begging me to smash (Well alright)
I'm gon' kill em I swear the summer is mine
I'm bringing my team with me so all my n***as can shine
Every weekend with bitches and all of em nine or dimes
But them eights be feeling like heaven
I fuck em good all the time
That's real

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Look all I'm trying to do is get rich quick man
Trying to get the draws from the same bitch man
But all she wanna do is fuck the same dick man
In my mind I just know she a rat though
She just wanna fuck a real n***a on the map yo
That's why she always in the VIP on my lap yo
Her friend said she got some good brains
Well let's hop up in this Range
And you can come put ya face in my lap yo
Fourth quarter all I wanna do is graduate
Man I've been greedy can I get some more Sally Mae
Cause all this stressing over funds for tuition
Seems like it's the real reason I'm in the kitchen
Put in work on the pro tools
All these lame n***as is old news
I'm trynna to figure out why n***as ain't ready
Sacrificing these lines I'm trying to give you that raw
And every time I write a verse I think about if it's hard
Then I rewrite it again and make it come from my heart
Yea I'm tired of coming up short
Well God help me
Cause I'm drowning trying to swim up shore
But I'm too heavy
Feel like anchors at my ankles and my wrists is handcuffed
That's the reason I pray man
Man I just keep my hands up
Cause any day an officer can shoot me with my hands up
Cause in this town that I'm living
The feds will light yo ass up
And n***as broke so they forced to sell and get they bands up
N***a!