[Produced by Francis Got Heat]
[Hook: Clip]
We ain't in the projects
We haven't been shot yet
And you know it won't stop yet
So far so good
We ain't been with the cops yet
We gon cop stacks
And we won't have nothing but hot tracks
(2x)
[Verse One: P-Stunna]
I first met Clip in middle school
We wanted to rap acting like little fools
So we layed a few tracks that was pitiful
I was trying to be a thug, Clip was the bigger dude
So we got in the booth and he showed me things to do
And I did the same
Never selled c**aine
Wrong color for Soul Train
Still can't extinguish flame
Even if you can't distinguish my name
From the crowds that Clip don't do
Strange Clouds, slowin down, RIP Screw
We come a long way since Livin the Life days
Still giving it My All even though I'm not paid
Comin up on four years, I ain't neva had a deal
PSM is the only thing I need to get me a hot meal, boy
This is how I'm living
No days off, aiming for Ciroc sipping
[hook]
[Verse Two: Clip]
I'm feeling like a star in the night time
Cause we gon' be chillin' with stars at the right time
I can see it now like Pro Vision
When I'll make my living off tight lines
So listen
I was gettin into it
Music I had spirit in
Had a little journal full of punchlines that I'd k** it with
Didn't take it serious
P-Stunna was furious
Talent he related to but mad he wasn't hearin it
So I started lyricin
Started gettin disciplined
So that one day I could get the wheel and then start steerin it
Anyway I felt like I was distinguished
Distinguishing english relentlessly linguist
Relinquished all of these feelings flames that cannot be extinguished and
I am not even finished my rhymes cannot be diminished
And we'll be the greatest of all time
But God will get us there when it's our time
[hook 2x]