Ima keep on going hard man I ain’t gonna stop now
It’s time to move up out the Crib do this shit up on my own
Got my writtens in my Head cant be rapping off the phone
I ain’t in it for the Bread
But look here you better know
That i need my fucking Bread
Like a sandwich on a roll
Late nights early morning writing rhymes on the phone
And I Started from the bottom but i am not OVO
It’s some places in America I wouldn’t wana go
White people looking at me like they seen a fucking ghost
This what you call the Land of the free
They try to tear a nigga down Stand on ya feet
Just to show i come in peace
I don’t know what you see
This the route that i chose with a Dollar and a dream
Cus it glitter it ain’t gold it ain’t what it seem
Now look at these things that I'm Achieving
I don’t want no beef like Vegans
Don’t know Trey Davis you sleeping
Promise Like Morgan we Free men
Now I don’t mean to sound Violent
But I just wana kill shit Micheal Myers
Every time I hit the Booth know the beat Crying
Every time i hit the Stu know I need Silence
If you come to my hood all you hear Sirens
Niggas tryna ride the wave like ima Pirate
Sit back write more rhymes
Locked in like Door Knobs
Now look at these things that I'm Achieving
I don’t want no beef likeVegans
Don’t know Trey Davis you sleeping
Promise Like Morgan we Free men