Music: Dre Jones/Christian J. Ward
Aye I be thinking journey and that shit still I be
I be gazing at the moon while going through different phases
My life was actually just like this tv show show cause every time I beat a challenge on the Way I through different stages
All them niggas they din wanna let me in so now I’m kicking down the door for every time that house my got raided
I’m tryna finna why i still din blow
When everybody left the city and i still din go
I done really wrote verses backstage on set before the show and still didn’t choke
Like how you do dat
I had din have a choice
Ask me how I got here I say God did Khaled voice
Okay
Wit that other nigga she just gon Netflix and chill
**** around wit DreTL
Come on aye
Aye Who pop mo shit than me NOBODY
Aye who really Lit as me NOBODY
Aye Who pop mo shit than me NOBODY
Aye who really Lit as me NOBODY
AYE NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY
Under pressure these niggas still crumble
Even at the super bowl these niggas still fumble
Really no how to rap sometimes I still mumble
Keep faith in God I pop my shit but I’m still humble
My nigga D smoke told me
They don’t want the smoke
I keep the peace but keep a piece under my peacoat
I’m most definitely my mother son
I know why Khaled **** wit me cause every single week i make a hit went to the studio then Came back wit another one
No lie
I’m talking hits songs I did dat
Pop song I did dat
Chyper round I did dat
Rap battle I kilt that
They ain’t show me nun can’t do
I’m top and it ain’t two
I made it all the way so ready either way i can’t lose
Okay
Wit that other nigga she just gon netflix and chill
**** around wit DreTL
Aye Who pop mo shit than me NOBODY
Aye who really Lit as me NOBODY
Aye Who pop mo shit than me NOBODY
Aye who really Lit as me NOBODY
AYE NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY
I done been worse than this
So you know that I won’t quit
I got Hitmaka on the beat so you know I made I hit
Aye fly nigga and I’m paid too
My nigga hit probaly don’t made more hit than babe ruth
I know we wasn’t seeing eye to eye at least I stay true
Aye free my momma free my pop they got open cases
My boy theron just won a grammy that shit shit motivation
Ion ride round in Toyata but they say that nigga going places
Every single week I went thru shit and i still elevated
Thinking how my daddy used to rap but then he never made it
**** it
I’m finna do this shit for him too
Rapping like the rent due
Pen and a pencil
Then flex on all these niggas when i pull up in that benz coupe
Cause they don’t know about my life and all the shit that I been through