[Verse 1: Creative Gold]
When you the illest it's f** who ain't, that's how I feel
Never sugar coating nothing n***a, I keep it real
Know these other n***as jealous, hope they control they feelings
I'm the only one rapping, my n***as all still k**ing
Could talk all you want, probably never reply
My youngin catch you slippin who knows, you might die
Lord hope you forgive me, swear I be living crooked
All I do is love the blessings I never end up in bookings
This music all I got, a couple real friends
Some of them I dropped likely never make amends
That's cool, I don't need too many n***as round me anyway
Your best friend's your worst enemy on any day
Smoke good, drink good, live better
Every rat is comfortable once he start getting lil cheddar
But money money money make a lion more hungry
& paper ain't the focus when the jungle throne open
[Verse 2: Murph Watkins]
Best spitter in Chicago, I'm taking that spot it's vacant
These n***as taking co*k, I'm making that stop, they racing
I'm never chasing after cats to different places
Wanna find me you can come and find me, I'm hear to take this
Fill the spaces that was never filled, I bridge the city gaps
Never piggybacked off sh**ty tracks it's written facts, so go and read it
I wrote it down so it's noted now, I know they need it
I roll around and show the town the sound I'm overseas with
I know they know the flow is over quota so to speak
Still I get the coldest shoulder, don't no solar shoulder me
I'm moving slower and slower so it seems
Everyday it's like my head's getting bigger I got growing dreams
Filling like jack to get my stock up I grow the beans
Stock rising, you not riding you can blow the team
We not vibing, a lot riding on my fam
And this the year to put saliva on my hand and slap you motherf**ers ... yah