[Verse 1: Symba]
4 door Panamera, n***a that's my next car
Until then I treat the Chevy pedal like a Tesla
Feeling like I'm Money Mitch, I done made a grip today
Looking like the sh** and I ain't even took a sh** today
Got these n***as pissed off, I ain't even piss today
Working like I'm still a slave, in here going renegade
n***as say they know me, but was never homies
Only rocked with me when I had it rolling
Got a chip on my shoulder that's just to keep me focused
You say you want me to tell my story well listen closer
Looking for closure in this weed and mimosa
Never lived up to my momma's standards of being noble
I'm so global, I'm local, too social to waist a vocal
Got so much dough out the postal I shop and don't look at totals
Let's keep it real, you know you'll never be on my level
Just to break the revolution well militia with Neville
Never looking to settle, put some work on my schedule
I'll be waiting on your call getting face like a freckle
I'm on core links mailing my Big Bro in the federal
We got 16 days and it's back to this cheddar
n***as mad they ain't eatin', looking salty as pepper
Talking beef, brody waiting with his grill like a weber
I be ridin' in my whip spillin' ash out the tray
When your blunts this big you gotta ash on a plate
I wasn't smoking I was focused that was back in the day
Still focused just high and captivating my cake
I would argue with my momma, and then I hit the k**er
And at that moment I knew I was gonna be the n***a
Started living with shorty she put me back in position
Got from under my momma and back on top of my mission
Can't take the heat get the f** out the kitchen
Ya'll n***as fraud as them chains ya'll rentin'
Yeah that's a rollie, but why that motherf**a' tickin'
Flow so real I can barely spell fiction, n***a
[Verse 2: Symba]
I said the games all f**ed up, you can't even be yourself
They want you to sell your soul, you can't even see yourself
They think I ain't ready I'mma rap my way up off the shelf
I'm ready to brawl with whoever say they got the belt
I grew up with some money, material sh** was nothing
My fam said no mater the situation we run it
That's why I go wherever and be looking for the best
Cause that sh** you take as a threat is what we'll never respect
I be dippin' for the dough, on the low, and they hate it
That I'm up getting paper and they to sleepy to chase it
People like me is too motivated for waitin'
I'm OJ n***a, if it's mine I'mma take it
Respect what we doing and I'll respect what you're saying
Until that day if you ain't playing me than you playing
They say I'm too much than tell me it ain't enough
So I wanna tell you that we no longer give a f**
I been sh**in' on these n***as since I was coming up
I was 14 in a stang, I was 16 in a truck
I was 18 in a beamer, I was 20 in your b**h
Went broke and now I'm 22 and back to getting rich
Ain't no maintaining n***as who could switch they location
You touch that paper then adapt to the situation
Took my mind off everything, but my destination
Because all that sh** in between will block what's in the making
Young Nate Nino, n***a