text: Yeah, never been told, never been told
  I started hangin with my older cousin
  Now my family callin me a thug
  But he the one that show me love
  So he the one that get my trust
  Yeah, he the one that slangin drugs
  Even I dont really give a fuck
  I think he just misunderstood
  That nigga really from the mud
  Im tryna take him from the hood
  See, Im tryna take him from the hood
  Im tryna give my niggas dots
  You in my way and Im surprised
  I drop up them pot
  Drop buyers been lie
  Drop top feels right
  Since a boy I been stylin
  Every time I get to ballin
  My mama always get to bawling
  She says she think I got a problem
  She think that Ima workaholic
  Or what ever you wanna call it
  I just be livin in the moment
  It costs a lot for Decarnes
  But I cant cop em in my coffin
  I swear I do it way too often
  I run it up and run amuck
  You cant defeat the one on one
  Especially not one on one
  Mic strike like lightning
  Bright night white lighting
  Niggas really like biting
  Niggas really Mike Tyson
  Aye, Ezzy I feel you
  Aye, we gon spark one up for the city
  Aye, started blazin rolling papers
  Gettin faded way before I was shavin
  That must have been 7th grade then
  Way back in aunties basement
  Way back when I was anxious
  Way back catching cases
  Legal fees got me workin hard tryna pay back daddys savings
  Why they tell me be patient?
  Why they tell me be gracious?
  Why dont they acknowledge I did all this by myself? I aint need favors
  God damn I be gettin high
  Doesnt mean Im getting lazy
  Teachers teaching bout Reagan
  Im tryna be Jay-Z
  Only presidents in my residence all got green faces
  I dont put em in the banks neither
  Bet it all on races
  Spades game throwing Aces
  Crib lookin like Vegas
  Cleveland in my blood bitch
  That shit aint changin
  IPad, new playlist
  Im that new favorite
  Eyes red like Satans
  Roll white like angels
  Im suited up like Frank was
  Sam Cooke, Sam Davis
  Now Im tryna be the greatest
  Thats a motherfuckin statement
  Limitations only for the fakers
  I can do whatever like The Matrix
  18 with a baby on the way
  2 years later, major labels
  Dappin Kobe like he know me
  Feet on the wood sittin at the Staples
  Face on the big screen
  Rooting for my home team
  All that sleepin on me
  And you still aint chasin no dreams
  And you crazy everybody tryna milk me still aint gettin no cream
  I only do my own thing
  I only want the whole thing
  My flow is like a morphine
  I only want the morphines
  Im headed from the bottom to the top and I aint stoppin
  No, that is not a option
  Niggas livin like its Gotham
  These niggas robbin gotta watch em
  Sick and tired of living out of fear
  So they gon hate me when Im outta here
  They wonder how I do it all without a deal man
  Thats just how it is for real
  Like, I dont know I just got the skill for real