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