
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 eye in stories
Move in silence, I hate to hear eyein' 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 sing's for me
For my family, for my city, get my Grammys
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, mothafuck whoever's not with me
Same ones that turn up and take shots at me
Quick to change up and celebrate and take shots with me
Trust gone
Check
A young nigga gotta make it outta where he came from
I'm 'bout bein' the first to ask me where I got my name from
I'm just tryna reach where it reign from
Stickin' with the nigga y'all heard how I make it rain from
I think to understand me, gotta know where all this pain from
Or 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 niggas 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 niggas moved 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 tryna convince Tez
That I'm not just another good artist, I'm a great one
Page one
History
Yeah, it's a reset
It's gon' be a long night
Uh, check
Now if a shot pierce a window in this home in which I sleep
Hope it's quiet enough, the shit won't disturb my dreams
I'd hate 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 bling cause women
The cheddar just made it worse, you think bein' broke was better?
Man, I remember when my mothafuckin' 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
Ballin' clubs, bitches, cars, all this stuff
Hard enough, crooked paths, most wouldn't last
Felt pain and couldn't laugh, why me? Shouldn't ask
Secret weapon, here to do what I'm meant for
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, I'ma make this rap shit mine
And if this shit don't work, fuck it, I'm all for it
Bottled up enough, I need somethin' to pop the cork with
Do or die game, so check it or forfeit