text: Still in the basement, where it started
  Started from the bottom, now we here
  Courtside, you would think I was a Cleveland Cavalier
  I’m talking 30,000 feet up in the air
  In Dans lair, 30 minutes later all the fans cheer, bitch
  You ain’t seen this power since LeBron
  I went to vegas for my 22nd, rented out the Palms
  Now they say illuminati is the cause
  Or maybe everyone of y’all is lazy and I worked hard
  I ain’t never bowing down for a dollar
  Selling my soul to a charter
  I wouldn’t even take a buck from my father
  But they werent saying that back in the day
  When I was hustling tickets to my shows, ask dante
  And I heard tempers heating up like a filet
  Talking bout they run my city when they livin in LA
  Sucker, I ain’t hearin nothing bout a word
  Talked about it, been about it, bitch I got what I deserved
  See I don’t know why everybody mad
  You had your chance and you blew it
  Meanwhile, I’m young and I’m ruthless
  Meanwhile, the dumb are influenced
  Thinking you live like the music
  Don’t be foolish
  My shooters make your face maroon like the Hoosiers 
  Suckers always wanna talk funny
  Broke motherfuckers never wanna talk money
  And since I was being quiet in the past
  I’m on the top looking down, kiss my ass
  Still in the game with my same clique
  Still with the hood bitches fuck Cambridge
  And when they wanna know if I’m real
  I say Bitch I ran my city fore I ever had a deal
  Kells
  Little bitch
  For my city
  EST, what the fuck?
  Lace up!