Verse 1:
Yo, I remember when I was younger
And I had dreams of going to Syracuse
Until I realized that the street life was like a noose
Around my neck
Trying to put me in check
While I was all into trying to get checks
I'm trying to get this money like Meek Mill
Get my Feel
100 dollar bills
Ain't doing sh** man
I got new wheels
Hundred Million Dollar Car
That sh** bring me so far
But how far would any of that sh** get you in life
If you don't learn any of the morals
Here's a tutorial
Grow a Dick
Be a Man
I never understood how a n***a could hit their own b**h
Man I'm just trying to get rich
But I've already told you all that
Just trying to get my Mom in a better estate
I swear that I'm done with all this sh**
It's all fake
I'm just doing me
Being the illest MC
It's been this way since 2003
I don't care here's a fake ID saying "Im 18" now give that Liquor HAHA!
That's what a lot of n***as be saying
But I ain't about that
Trying to make a b**h snicker
Man these b**hes likes snickers
All they try to do is me
Now you better get the f** off me
Before I shoot a b**h
Verse 2:
I'm still the same kid from the sixth grade
That used to have everything made
Just kidding I never had anything made
I had to get payed
Trying to put in work
I was use to having to work the corners
Selling all them d**
Hanging with them older guys
I was in between thighs
By the age of 9
Fine b**hes always surrounded me
[?]
Snitches get clapped up
If they want to say something get slapped up
This ain't no Lil' Durk so don't be asking who I am
Because you n***as already knew
Stop acting stupid
I awlways knew you were a little retarded
But I never knew you were that dumb
Now here is something funny
I got a green thumb so I'm growing Marijuana Plants
[?]
I had a b**h coming
Coming for my checkbook to see how much money I'm making
I don't even f**ing care
Say a number if you got it man
Now, Nate the Warlock the realest
The illest n***a
I don't even care
I be preaching
But I don't even believe in God
Because that n***a's a fraud
Don't even tell me that sh**
I don't believe in nothing
I only believe in myself
Because where are you going to make it in this cold world
Verse 3:
I've been an OG
It's been this way sense of ever know myself
Look at all this Wealth
Million Dollar Stacks
Don't even care about the flow all your sh** wack
I be making money that the n----
Selling crack make
[?] like it's f**ing Halloween
Used to eat Lean Cuisine because that's all we could Afford
Now I'm driving around in a Million dollar Ford
I calla
Impala
But I don't even give a f** man
Because all of yall' n***as are
Some f**boys
Yall' n***as are toys
I din't think that I could mess it up
But when it comes to yall' n***as this
Is just funny
Diss:
Yo, C-Rands
Shut your b**h a** up over there
b**h
I'm still here
I'm still fly
I'm still who everyone talks about