If (um) money is the object, success is what you plottin for
Along the road they're going to tell you what you got to know
Its up to you young fellow you cannot let go
Down the road along the way its going to be highs and lows
In any weather you best present your better self
And no one could tell you any better bo just hear yourself
You knew it all along, never thought you were wrong
I see thru lies like visene misss keene
I call bologna, 2 sides to the story
Some of it ain't accounted for go check the inventory
Its a bumpy commute on the road to the glory
They hearing me loud and clear but you still gon' tend to ignore me
Im shook up, i still look up to greatness
Hungry b**hes eating my last serving of patience
Face it, i won't embrace it
Gotta think its simple as turning the pencil over to erase it
But its not, im growin big put me inna pot
Got me f**ed up in the head wishin im somewhere that im not
You wishing you're someone that you not
Tighten up, you do it alot
Got me ridin round while em blazin while I'm bumpin "I Can't Stop."
Ain't no other way that you could take it
Ill give you some, you could taste it
Just playing the game, take me for a lame
I come to believe you mistaken
Play the role, case closed, i been evasive
Hate to roll, but im goin now i'll see you later
Can't play the backfield no more
Curren$y reagan era; Im better off on my own
Flakey once, shady acts got your true colors to show
Im tryna get this money b**h stop askin where im goin
Focus man