[Verse 1: I.M.A]
I've waited 17 years to make myself a name
I've sacrificed a lot just so I can play the game
I'm not a stereotype, I've never pushed keys
I was more about opening doors like the ‘Wrath Of Caine'
Pissed off at the industry I'm stuck on my Pusha T
I'm doing this sh** solo like my ‘Name Is My Name'
I've been home every day working on my tracks
I put in hard work just for a little bit of love back
To the people tryna make me jealous telling me what I missed
Just know in 5 years time you're gonna be begging to be on the list
There's no going wrong with the amount of effort I put in
So lets go live it up with all the money that I win
Today's not about me its about us so Lets celebrate
We all start at the bottom so we can only elevate
Stress brings clouds, haters bring rain
From this point forward, we're only gonna be seeing better days
With better days come better ways
And with better ways come better traits
And with better traits come with better taste
And with better taste comes better plates
And with better plates comes better pay
And we're all playing the best these days
So f** predictions.. We don't have to place bets today
We're rapping more
We're rapping quick
We're rapping longer
And we're rapping sick
We're rapping stronger
We're rapping hits
And I'm playing rapping tricks
They can s** my rapping dick
And they can rap my s**ing dick
They dig my f**ing rap
Cus my flow is so f**ing quick
[Hook]
Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life?
Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight and make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down, we gon' make this b**h light up
Even when the sun goes down I'm a make it go
[Verse 2: Drake]
I've been up for four days, getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a gla** of cold Spades
Rolexes, chauffers and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age?
They always tell me nobody's working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man, it's probably true
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I'm just here making all the music that they party to
But party on, party on all night, n***a
I got these new rappers nervous: prom night n***a
I grow tired of these f**ing grown man liars
Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire
But I just want to tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
The sh** feel like when Fredro Starr
Was in Sunset Park stunting hard in his yellow goose
And I'm a motherf**ing missed target
But a target none the less and I just started
Was that directed at moi? Can't be
They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
And I'm just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy cause I'm a star, no spangled banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in they music
And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammer
That's what life becomes when you're doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gonna tell another n***a when she through with you
Don't get impatient when it takes too long
Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong
I got to feel alive, even if it k**s me
Promise to always give you me, the real me
[Verse 3: I.M.A]
I would promise to always be myself
Except the only problem to me is myself
I've tried to open up on tracks and speak honestly
But you can see from the outcome that it doesn't go well
It makes sense to me why so many rappers are fake
No wonder why the game is also known as hell
It makes me sympathise with Eve when trusting all the snakes
They treat you like kings when they see the first sign of wealth
They'll egg you on and give you flours just to put in their cake
Cake ca ca cake cake
“I.M.A lets make a pound cake”
“By the way I love your sound” cake
Behind my back “f** your sound” cake
Secretly “f** the music I just want pounds” cake
It's amazing how systematic this sh** goes
I never get the ball even when I'm on my toes
The best advice I ever got on how to survive
Was don't rap about sh** that you don't know
There are people waiting to jump, internet trolls
And given your situation, success is what you can't show
I know ‘Drizzy' does it, ‘Dre', ‘Ye', ‘Nas' and ‘Hov'
‘Rosé', ‘Bronson', ‘Mavado', ‘Vybz Kartel', ‘J Cole'
But they're different to you I.M.A, that's not how it flows
You should do it your own way, Frank Sinatra on my solo
So much white you might think your Holy Christ is near
Most hated, when I'm around a crisis might just appear
Anything is possible so I can't live in fear
If I lose the fight I put up just make sure I go out sincere