[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