Verse 1-
Windows down in that mali’
Only in the chevy no Pontiacs
Zone 6 where they found me, spittin’ that flow that insomniac
Ride out, I’m on the road to my dreams I ain’t got no time for procrastinating
n*ggas waste time, I don’t feel that sh*t, I ain’t got no time for no masturbation uh
I got sh*t to prove, sh*t to lose, sh*t to choose, I got a fam to make proud accounts to fill
Turn 19 tryna make 19 mill, f*ck Yo Favorite Rapper yeah I say I’m a lil too bold for that, but, n*gga I don’t really play around
No seesaw in a cul-de-sac yeah
Hook-
Where ya’ goin’, where ya’ goin’ lil n*gga
Oh you got big dreams, better show it lil’ n*gga
Tomorrow ain’t promised, living for today
So I’m gon’ work my ass off and stunt on n*ggas that said I can’t
Cuz’ I got big moves to make
Model hoes to f*ck
Expensive sh*t to buy
People not to trust
(repeat)
Verse 2-
To the top I come like a condom tip
I’ll remind a b*tch, I’m the best to do it, no stressing to it, n*gga I’m the sh*t, uh
I started recording at 14, I’m 19 I jus’ got great
Years passed, gotta’ get off my ass no time for mistakes no time to wait
Everyday is a repeat, what the f*ck is happening
Putting in work in the studio, all this mix and mastering
f*ck Yo’ Favorite Rapper, middle finger b*tch I’m better
f*ck whoever, you step up, you’ll get defeated, will get severed
I got beat down, rejected, flexed on, ridiculed
Abandoned, sh*ts pitiful, so many times that were critical
Promises that people made, them sh*ts were broken ain’t fall through, so don’t be mad if you bullsh*t and I got ya’ number and don’t call you
I don’t really f*ck wit’ alotta people, squares outta’ my circle
FCOE five ring sh*t, I got a ill crew now that’s king sh*t
Weight on my shoulders, money all on my mental
You don’t know what I been through
But I’m on point like a pencil
*inspirational speech*