[Hook]
I do this for the f**ing 601
I do this for the n***as that never had none
Mississippi n***as who never got a deal
Unsigned artists who never thought it was real
Aye
All these n***as i wish the best for em
But im gunnin for that top spot like im Forrest Gump
Shootin for the stars ain't nothing else to it
k**in all competition I'm tryna make a hit
Aye
This is for the haters of the 601
Northern n***as hate our sh** but ain't on one
They think we on some corny sh** but really we not though
Im just a southern n***a who bout to k** all my shows
This is for my n***a who's coming out of camp shelby
Free my n***a EJay. That's my f**in homiee
Yeah and I'm bout to k** yall n***as that's wa**up
And you bout to see me make six figures Double O's
Yeah
[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse]
Sometimes I sit back, rewind all the bright times, in my youth I could shine instead witnessing knife fights and crime. Cutting clean white lines drifting up my nose, the sun rose, I froze. Ashes from blunts surrounding me below. Although I had the ambition to get what I didn't have what I was missing, sitting back reminiscing, rocking back and now I'm wishing. That I could've taken a better stand, not thinking 'bout when I become a man, my last resort is to pray for guidance from God's hand
From God's hand
Put it on God's hand yeah
[Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse]
I got 20 on it if you got 5 on it
b**h n***as hating on me like I'm on something
I told you f**ers I ain't gon nothing left on me
But yall n***as keep commenting like I'm the best Emcee
Nahh n***a Im just the Mississippi area's crowned prince
Going hard on you n***as like a f**ing soulja boy dance
20 racks say I got this song to the top spot
2 racks to say I get shot in this parking lot
If I ever die I want this song to be my greatest lost tape
Along with my other sh** to say I was great but never rocked bape
Clams on this beat never thought I would get this sh**
Came a long way from the bottom now I'm here so let's get it b**h
Bars from the dome but I also wrote some of this sh**
Just so it can be envisioned and enlightened by your next door ditch
I sit down and watch the wind make these leaves pa** by Thinkin bout my pa** get me kinda high when im feelin low Weed smoke dont help me get by no mo Yet I still buy some mo for old times sake My whole head aches like im 48 and stressed But im blessed i just can't find my blessing yet The lesson i learned, sometimes you Gotta make a bet Gamble yo life and see success or eternal debt
[Verse 3: Tech$ Finesse]
But holdon wait a f**ing minute
I ain't f**ing finished yet I put that on my pendant
n***as always about the paper well not like me I'm not gettin it
Ain't made not one dollar off the songs I made yet
f** all you haters and the n***as who said i wouldn't make it
Bet all you n***as mad that I'm here. Jet
Ballin on you wa*kstas, gangstas, and heros. Threat
Damn my bars so hard its like a cold sweat
Shouldn't have let me rap
Shouldn't have let me scrap
Shouldn't have let me snap
Shouldn't have let me trap
f** it then now show it all on the weather map
Goin in on these n***as now they think I got it. Net
Never disrespect my southern n***as we got it back
Top of the rap game, Nah i was never that
Put me in a cypher boy I'mma k** it
And if you ever try me boy I'mma win it