[Intro]
Hitmaka
Rock Boy Beats
That n***a Ladd got the juice, fool

[Verse 1]
Yeah, got this shit straight off the block
Shit, and I never thought about making it out
I been talkin' to God and I thank Him a lot (Thank Him a lot)
I’m thankful for everything (Facts)
I'm thankful for people that said I would pop (Even more)
'Cause I didn’t believe it (Yeah)
But I'm one of them ones and I'm startin' to see it (Facts)
Now look at me
6 a.m. on Hollywood Boulevard gettin' drunk, shit
I told my bitch I'd put them Perkies down, but then I pop me one (I'm sorry, baby)
Long way from the block where them n***as don't make it out (Long way)
All the realest shit I never wrote, it’s gon’ go on the radio
I hate 'em for thinkin’ I never would do it when I was just sittin' back learnin' and provin' (Facts)
I was hurtin’ and tryna get focused but it was so hard to get back to the music (It was)
'Cause all that reloaded, that shit left me mad (Damn)
Know I need you like, bro, where you at? (Facts)
But I know that I can't get him back (Yeah)
Watch a n***a get back in his bag (Yeah, yeah)
What's best for this flow is heaven sent
They said my music was soundin' repetitive
I was too deep in that field with them steppers and
Was startin' to lose my competitive
I was just rappin' and rappin', and rappin', and watchin' them n***as shoot past me
When I'm used to trappin' and trappin', and trappin' like I could get rich off this crack shit
And wish that I'd quit all this rap shit
Will all that manifestin' I been doin' keep a n***a at it? (Like will it?)
And them streets cold, seen her lose her baby, then she turned to an addict (Damn)
[Chorus]
And it's how it made me, ain't no other way a n***a rather wouldn't have it (Other way)
I'm still here, I could never fold, n***a, ten toes, I'm from Wagner

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
The East side, y'all n***as don't get it fucked up, my n***a (Haha, Czar, Czar in the buildin')
I'm lettin' n***as know, I be tryna like, punk Bucks for his like, alter-ego to come out
He go wherever, do whatever, he really run Harlem

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen the days when a n***a was regular? (Cap)
Wasn't gettin' no paper, I'm posted on twentieth
I was with Vo' on the regular (My boy)
And Chico ain't here, but often I think about if he was here, what he would've been
When the labels was passin' me up, the trenches was tellin' me that I was good enough (Facts)
Like how am I ever gon' give it up?
I miss my niece
She was the one that was boostin' my ego
I'm tellin' her how I was rockin' a show and she tellin' me how she was finishin' chemo
And I never fully recovered from that, plus, they want me to lose, but I found me a cheat code
God forbid, if I don't go with this rap shit, I'm back to servin' them bags like Doritos
As far as the streets go
I knew it was somethin' about me, I knew I was special
I knew when I started this shit, I was destined
I knew I would pass every time I was tested
I knew that them n***as was slimy, my only regret
I had n***as around me hope for their failure and I was surrounded
Came up from nothin', so how could you doubt me?
Down on my last when they found me, yeah
Gotta watch these n***as 'cause I know they don't like me, I know they'll out me (I know they'll out me)
Was a humble n***a, but they kept on testin', it was makin' me cocky (Damn)
[Chorus]
And it's how it made me, ain't no other way a n***a rather wouldn't have it (Other way)
I'm still here, I could never fold, n***a, ten toes, I'm from Wagner