[Intro]
Ya Know, somethings just got to be said
Marathon Music, Uh
Look u don't a clue, of what u want to do
I'm busy getting rich, you think that I'm gon stop for u?
I built this on my own and everybody know it's true
Still n***as act like they supposed to have control of what I do
But look
They don't have a clue, of what I been through
n***a ain't have no trust funds or eat off no silver spoons
n***a ain't have no peace inside my house until I moved
And I damn sure can't recall having no exit route in u
But really, I don't got a clue of what u even do
And what good is a dream if u can't make yo sh** come true
What good is a team, when everyone depends on u?
Hope opportunity don't knock what opportunist in yo group
Cause then what u gon do? what u gon do?
Cause if you sharing your success and not your struggle, you's a fool
Then u start to look like food, the game don't even chew
Eat you up and sh** u out, and them critics say u thru
But look, they don't got a clue what you was tryna do
Keepin' it one hunnid, one hunnid don't keep you
But I'ma tell you what to do, here is what you do:
Say 'f** the middle-man', get on your marathon and get your loot
I hustle cause I have to, not because it's cool
And overtime became accustomed to the bullsh** n***as do
Now I'm numb and it's cool, had to bounce back and regroup
Hope you don't expect sh** from me, cause I don't want sh** from you
Now we ballin like we s'posed to
Livin' life like we s'posed to
f**in' b**hes like we s'posed to
Gettin' money like we s'posed to
Smokin' kush like we s'posed to