Intro by Ro$$eTTi Lyrics
Riding down the ave on a Sunday
Looking like I stepped off the runway
Bible on the dash while I'm listening to Gunplay
I don't want nobody round me throwing off the feng shui
Damn it, why the fuck I gotta go to work on Monday?
Wanna quit, but never pull the trigger, I just pump fake
Working on somebody else's dream til' my lunch break
Writing raps while I eat a wrap in the Subway
Yea I tried it one way, that ain't get my name up
Young Greg Maddux dog I knew I had to change up
Funny cuz when I was hooping, something like this came up
Stopped growing 7th grade, had to switch my game up
Labeled as a ball player since I was a kid
But that's not who I was, that's just something that I did
They put me in a box so this talent I just hid
And wondered when I drop, will they let a nigga live
I'm looking at my peers and I shed a couple tears
Cuz looking at the gram, everybody's millionaires
Their lives look amazing, my life I fucking hate it
Until I realized that I ain't doing shit to change it
That's why I don't hang with
Niggas who don't hustle, we don't speak the same language
Married to the game, bitch I get it out the gravel
I won't rap forever, once I hit a certain level
James Harden, Ima step back and travel
Judges bang the gavel, How the fuck the 13th amendment free the slaves, but they're teaching us to be one?
Crack in black communities, now look at what we've become
Poison in the cells, raising chances that we'll see one
Damn that got me pissed
Every time I get the chance Ima show my ass nigga RIP to Prince
Standing on my principles, I'm riding for this shit
Ima grown ass man so approach me with some sense
Homie if you're disrespectful, nigga God bless you
Young, black, and gifted, but this 38 special
Young Stacey Augmon, running with the rebels
I can hear my Uncle Chuckie yelling "Get em nephew"
That was sentimental, gotta change the topic
Young girls thinking that they lack real options
15 and pregnant, lil broads still thottin'
Now they're lil mamas, lip gloss still poppin'
Catch me in the mall with my niece going shoppin
Anything she want, Ima cop it
That's just how I'm rockin', she ain't gotta ask
Big Sean, Chris Brown, I would give that girl my last
I mean that shit, like Killa Cam in the pink timbs
All these rappers hella mediocre, Todd Pinkston
Hit the studio, couple blunts, lil drinkin'
Now you niggas finna get this work, boy I'm LinkedIn, lord
Really I be wildin', Nature boy stylin' profilin'
Been the shit since Gulla Gulla Island
Know my nana up in heaven smiling
She talked cash shit so she loves it when I'm rhyming
Raised on Ramen, tryna move my mama and my daddy out the Burg
Maybe out into the tropics
Cuz my city cold-year from that nonsense
That's because it's full of hungry niggas who ain't got shit
If they ain't got it, niggas start robbin'
If you try to stop them, guns start poppin'
And when you're spitting hot shit, niggas start to plot
Tryna put you in a plot, when they fill you up with hot shit
I don't get the logic, jealousy's a terrible thing
Soft niggas get hard liquor, make problems that's small bigger
Man honestly yall bitches, yall ain't scary to me
Back an animal in the corner, that's the scariest scene
The truth is I'm a beast and all of you niggas bums
Black Thought, Face Mob, and Hov rolled into one
I'm never holding my tongue, dog I gotta be real
Flu games on my feet, dog I gotta be ill
I'm just here to son niggas, dog I gotta be Phil
And yall need father figures so yall gotta be Will
God pulled me to the side and said "You gotta be still"
I told him "I ain't got time so please just step aside"
He said "I like your drive, Ima throw you a lob
But nigga you better dunk it" I said "Tsss, that's nothin'
I got it; end of discussion" and ever since then I've be hustlin'
Like I'm Patrick Beverly
Making sure nobody less deserving gets ahead of me
Sharpening my sword, had to double up my weaponry
Mama always told me I was finna be a star
Flow sicker than my stomach when they broke into my car
Man I swear I was in awe, slowly seeing what them hoes stole
They broke the glass on my whip, this world stone cold
They took a pair of Jays, some loose change, and my hard drive
Had me looking to the sky thinking "God why?"
Every song I ever wrote it was fuckin' taken
Bumpin' Future Know the Meaning for some motivation
Had to start from scratch, but it's for the better though
I love yall niggas, this the realest shit I ever wrote
Looking like I stepped off the runway
Bible on the dash while I'm listening to Gunplay
I don't want nobody round me throwing off the feng shui
Damn it, why the fuck I gotta go to work on Monday?
Wanna quit, but never pull the trigger, I just pump fake
Working on somebody else's dream til' my lunch break
Writing raps while I eat a wrap in the Subway
Yea I tried it one way, that ain't get my name up
Young Greg Maddux dog I knew I had to change up
Funny cuz when I was hooping, something like this came up
Stopped growing 7th grade, had to switch my game up
Labeled as a ball player since I was a kid
But that's not who I was, that's just something that I did
They put me in a box so this talent I just hid
And wondered when I drop, will they let a nigga live
I'm looking at my peers and I shed a couple tears
Cuz looking at the gram, everybody's millionaires
Their lives look amazing, my life I fucking hate it
Until I realized that I ain't doing shit to change it
That's why I don't hang with
Niggas who don't hustle, we don't speak the same language
Married to the game, bitch I get it out the gravel
I won't rap forever, once I hit a certain level
James Harden, Ima step back and travel
Judges bang the gavel, How the fuck the 13th amendment free the slaves, but they're teaching us to be one?
Crack in black communities, now look at what we've become
Poison in the cells, raising chances that we'll see one
Damn that got me pissed
Every time I get the chance Ima show my ass nigga RIP to Prince
Standing on my principles, I'm riding for this shit
Ima grown ass man so approach me with some sense
Homie if you're disrespectful, nigga God bless you
Young, black, and gifted, but this 38 special
Young Stacey Augmon, running with the rebels
I can hear my Uncle Chuckie yelling "Get em nephew"
That was sentimental, gotta change the topic
Young girls thinking that they lack real options
15 and pregnant, lil broads still thottin'
Now they're lil mamas, lip gloss still poppin'
Catch me in the mall with my niece going shoppin
Anything she want, Ima cop it
That's just how I'm rockin', she ain't gotta ask
Big Sean, Chris Brown, I would give that girl my last
I mean that shit, like Killa Cam in the pink timbs
All these rappers hella mediocre, Todd Pinkston
Hit the studio, couple blunts, lil drinkin'
Now you niggas finna get this work, boy I'm LinkedIn, lord
Really I be wildin', Nature boy stylin' profilin'
Been the shit since Gulla Gulla Island
Know my nana up in heaven smiling
She talked cash shit so she loves it when I'm rhyming
Raised on Ramen, tryna move my mama and my daddy out the Burg
Maybe out into the tropics
Cuz my city cold-year from that nonsense
That's because it's full of hungry niggas who ain't got shit
If they ain't got it, niggas start robbin'
If you try to stop them, guns start poppin'
And when you're spitting hot shit, niggas start to plot
Tryna put you in a plot, when they fill you up with hot shit
I don't get the logic, jealousy's a terrible thing
Soft niggas get hard liquor, make problems that's small bigger
Man honestly yall bitches, yall ain't scary to me
Back an animal in the corner, that's the scariest scene
The truth is I'm a beast and all of you niggas bums
Black Thought, Face Mob, and Hov rolled into one
I'm never holding my tongue, dog I gotta be real
Flu games on my feet, dog I gotta be ill
I'm just here to son niggas, dog I gotta be Phil
And yall need father figures so yall gotta be Will
God pulled me to the side and said "You gotta be still"
I told him "I ain't got time so please just step aside"
He said "I like your drive, Ima throw you a lob
But nigga you better dunk it" I said "Tsss, that's nothin'
I got it; end of discussion" and ever since then I've be hustlin'
Like I'm Patrick Beverly
Making sure nobody less deserving gets ahead of me
Sharpening my sword, had to double up my weaponry
Mama always told me I was finna be a star
Flow sicker than my stomach when they broke into my car
Man I swear I was in awe, slowly seeing what them hoes stole
They broke the glass on my whip, this world stone cold
They took a pair of Jays, some loose change, and my hard drive
Had me looking to the sky thinking "God why?"
Every song I ever wrote it was fuckin' taken
Bumpin' Future Know the Meaning for some motivation
Had to start from scratch, but it's for the better though
I love yall niggas, this the realest shit I ever wrote