[Produced by The Renaissance]

[Verse 1: Soupa]

I run the town, I could burn this shit
My money, I earn this shit
Polo on I wear this shit
I ain't never been scared of shit
On the corner I'm burning piff
Street Smarts I learn this shit
I don't mix with these herbish kids
No sleep we just work and shit
Drunk and dusty, guns could touch me
I don't feel no pain, dog
I been through hell and back
Cooling in the flame, dog
Oh shit, what's your name, ma?
I been going through some things
Gained some foes and lost some friend's
Oh shit here we go, I'ma grab my piece then load a shot
I don't even know if we'll blow or not
Either way I'm still on the block
Wavy n***as trying to own a yacht
Been broke as f*ck, but I'm honest bitch
Smoked away the whole scholarship
Bang a chick at my mama's crib
Still the ill n***a on my strip
Overcame what they said I can't
Riding through I ain't change the paint
Keep the fame, I'll just stay the same
Cooling out this here my game
Hustle Hard let's win this shit
Open doors we all in this bitch
Cashing out, give me my chips
Will to Win my g that's it
[Chorus]

Made a promise to myself that I’ll become a king
Told my n***a rise above, you can become a king
They ain’t see it then, but watch as I become a king
That’s loyalty
That’s royalty

[Verse 2: A-live]

What could I be afraid of, it's like I played this game twice
Making more than them teachers who never said my name right
My flame bright, ask the world
My game tight, ask ya girl
I been around and shut it down in places you won't last at all
Got bad cards, had bad odds, despite that I wouldn't fold
Now bad cars and bad broads is something like my usual
The same guy you used to know
When you said I wouldn't blow
Now its on, yeah its on
And I see you looking though
The oldest son of an immigrant, so the hunger is gonna be imminent
Militant, killing shit, ride with me, lets get a mil
And I ain't tryna stunt on you
I hope the will to win encourage you
All I see is greatness
Destiny and haters
God gave me no patience
So better not make me wait for shit
This ain’t for the faint of heart
The coulds before my reign gonna start
The crown you see is made of gold
Still out here so I thank you God