[Verse 1]
Let me get my 10 seconds I'll flip it to 10 years
Let me get a flood of money I'll trade it for these tears
No fears for the young boy yeah we still living
New Religion about to tear down the whole building
New wall paint, foundation, and a raised ceiling
I think a raised bar is what the games been missing
And who better than me you ain't no different
Mom asked you got a backup plan like college maybe
I told her yeah but I've been skipping cla** lately
I don't think she want to hear that
I hate saying my family's close I know we distant
I'd rather say that and dodge a couple questions
Racist jokes, hows your folks, find a new boo yet
I don't know, I got to go, I'm busy doing music
[Bob Marley]
Music is more than music to me
It go further than music you know
It go...it...I don't know it for only music
And I'm trying bringing this truth to the people
What the people do with them life I don't know about that
I know about my own
[Verse 2]
I heard Mo Money Mo Problems well Puff bullsh**ted
If I had his cash wouldn't deal with this bullsh**ting
But when you down here they always feed you bullsh** man
That's why these pockets hurt on some Rose Bull sh** damn
You can build a damn no beavers
With the lines the feed you
I'll turn you to believers
They'll turn you to statistics with radio rap sh**
Like s** this dick, stack this brick. Stones and sticks
Fail so they try shooting
But these bars turn words to bricks
So I'll just add cement
And I'm a keep stacking my sh**
Yeah I'm a keep stacking my sh**
[Outro]
So I'm a keep stacking, keep keep stacking, stacking
They telling me Tone keep stacking, keep keep stacking, stacking
They telling me don't stop