Black fleet for the family, couple million without a Grammy
I used to make songs with jammy
When you drop at this rate, they say it’s spammy
Shout out to the people that likes spam meat
I’m in the back of a black lag, dark as LRG backpack
Went to the store and brought rap back
Mama used to have us four deep in a back back
Senior year was walking to school without a backpack
Headphones in getting raps off
Tryna find my way with the maps off
Tryna be bold with the CAPS off
KKK members like hats off
T.O.P.E and old me, Tope off the dope, I O.D.,
I’ve been puttin in work, this OT
N***a I was a star in ‘03
Just what pop spoked in me as a youngin
Blank disc and DVD burners in the dungeon
Cutting up the paper make you cry this an onion
Got my wholе circle in they bag therе’s a Funion
Open up your mouth and smile, this n***a coming
All the n***as I took in, I’m Philip Drummond
Still ending, I’ma say it till I’m not, nepotism, I made a million with my pops, Bitch!