(Verse 1)
To god the glory
I'll die enormous
Pray I live to see my enemies die before me
And never have to see another woman cry before me
Lies and Stories
Shouldn't have an "I" in stories
I hate to hear "I" in stories
I don't give a fuck what they think
I think for me
I don't give a fuck what they drink
What I drink pour me
I don't give a fuck what they sing
What I sings for me
For my family
For my city
Win my grammy
Shout my city
Thank my family
Thank god first
The fans too they understand me
And then whoever else I got with me
To wrap it up motherfuck whoever's not with me
Same one's to turn up and take shots at me
Quick to change up and celebrate and takes with me
Trust gone
Uh Uh
Tss Tss Tss
Check
Verse 2
A young nikka gotta make it out of where he came from
I'm bout being the first to
Ask me where I got my name from
I'm just trying to reach where it rain from
Stickin with the nikka ya'll heard I'll make it rain for em
I think they'll understand me
Gotta know where all this pain from
And understand where the fuck we came a long way from
Hope I spend my last days with all of my day ones
Hope they still the real nikkas that promised they would stay one
(Yeah, Yeah)
I seen a cold blooded killer pray once
I'm taught always aim high before you aim guns
By the guys that ate the steaks with the A1
Like I ain't never ate one
Knew them nikkas move pianos but couldn't play one
Since age one
Born legend couldn't find a better place to raise one
At the bottom
Now I'm just trying to convince Tez that I'm not just another good artist
I'm a great one
Page one
(Notebook page rips)
History
(Yeah)
(This a reset)
(It's gonna be a long night)
(Uh)
(Check)
Verse 3
Now if a shot pierce a window
In this home in which I sleep
Hope it's quiet enough that shit won't disturb my dreams
I used to have to wake up and kill everything
Talk to the lord but don't tell the law anything
Who needs friends with all the handshakes confetti brings
Who needs bartenders with the shots envy brings
If anything
The blings, cars, women, and cheddar
Just made it worse
You think being broke was better
I remember when my mofuckin room wasn't warm enough
I was told them hand me down clothes weren't worn enough
Little boy had dreams of playin ball and stuff
Ball in clubs
Bitches, cars, all the stuff
Hard enough
Crooked past
Most
Wouldn't last
Felt pain and couldn't laugh
Why me?
Shoulnd't ask
Secret weapon
Here to do what I'm meant for
And out of respect to my mentors
And the town I represent for
Look this my year
No this my decade
This my century
It's my time
From a place that's never saw anyone make it here before
All eyes on me Ima make this rap shit mine
And if this shit don't work
Fuck it I'm all for it
Bottled up enough I need something to pop the cork with
Do or die game
So check it or forfeit
Ima be here forever
And this what I start with...
(Outro)