Verse 1
Finally I'm getting rich
Oh f**, it was a dream
Nevertheless I'll keep on writing on my piece of sheets
Cause when you're craving man, man I swear you'll never quit
To get that dream you always wanted till you get that sh** fulfilled
n***a that's where I'm at
I'm paying dues leading n***as as if they asked for that
Kind of like, Pac n BIG and what they mean to rap
You n***as way too scared
Could never give us praise
Like we can't handle that
This sh** is from the heart
Type of sh** not from the brain
Same brain she be giving every times a man just come her way
Her name I don't remember
That sh** don't really matter
Don't wish to swim in money
I don't think I'll keep my head up
Idols told me to aim high
Most recently it was T.I
You friends say you're too good, nah n***a they lie
The truth is lacking homie
You would think this sh** is gold mines
These rappers give me hate, like my skin is all white
These rappers spitting lies
Dishonest motherf**ers sh** I swear no truth no more
Coming every crime
And brag about how everyday they all be f**ing who*es
So keep on asking n***a, “Who the hell you pose to be?”
I sit back and tell that n***a, “I'm what hip hop truly needs”
I'm what hip hop used to be
When you was back up in your teens
Exactly what I wanna be
In simple n***a words – Luther King in what's black history
And you can't get on that
Need 30 just to pen
Spitting thoughtful rhymes nowadays that sh** is hard to get
You catch?
You catch n***a?