[Verse 1]
In my own town I get f*cking respect
Because it's not who does it first
It's who does it the best
Sadly in this game its not the same
As who's cutting the check
I do it for the glory
Though the numbers can suck on my di*k
First time that I sell one of my records I donate percent
Cause in my life on this Earth
I wanna leave more than a dent
Ocean to the sands of time
I need more than a drip
We more than a mist
Important and missed
Not to the hoarders and rich
But to the poorest of kids
I can't lie there still some days that I'm more of a pimp
I'mma buy a house for every mom on my whores on the strip
Forced to get this far off taking a few
For just pushing the wrist
[Hook]
Still riding on n*ggas shooting bang bang
Never picking up my phone let it rang rang
Signing 6 figure checks but ain't a thang changed
Even when I sleep I'm wearing 8 rangs
[Verse 2]
People in my circle that are seen as bizarre
Its like they tryna gather around to feel the heat of a star
I hop into my whip and grab the heat in my car
My b*tch tell me calm down
She say "you thinking too hard"
How many n*ggas need to shoot at my car
How many times do I really have to use it this far
She shuts up and feels dumb but feels sad
That this is what my reality is
She says I'm wasting my gifts
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
At 14 I jumped off the stoop, n*gga
At 15 I learned how to soup, n*gga
At 16 I learned how to shoot n*ggas
What that sound like?
BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP n*gga
I done came a long way since a little boy
All black flags in my hood like its Illinois
[Hook]