Yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Runaway train and you're tied to the tracks
I'm a bad guy, baby I don't want it like that
I've been coming for the money
Cause I never had that
I was broke as a [?]
Nah, nah, where you at?
Take down a [?]
Trippy the [?], gonna take all your j**els
Put up your hands in the air
Hitting the ground like you're [?]
Possibly takin' some hostages
I can see nothing
It's positive, honestly
Everything recently givin' me anxiety
Anger, it rises and [?]
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with my homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
Things have been getting real difficult, eh
People been telling me that I don't, eh
Makin' the bangers, your music is [?]
Promise you, trippy gonna [?], eh
I've been on a level that you never seen, eh
Probably cause you [?], eh
Just another rapper in the memory, eh
[?] trippy like you better be, eh
Ride around my city with a jet speed jetski
Money, money, money is the next step, bet me
Imma hit the lottery
Nothing will ever bother me
I'm coming from the bottom
You motherf**ers have gotta be, eh
Gotta be kiddin' me, kiddin' me, eh
[?] trippy, you the enemy, eh
Makin' alot of music, I'm a centipede, eh
Thinking that my body is [?]
Yeah
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
East side [?]
Where I f**ing live but I won't stay, eh
Road to Colorado then to LA, eh
Live in California is the best thing, eh
I didn't want nobody in my damn way, eh
Trippy in the city is the damn thing, eh
Livin' like a king on the subway, eh
Underground gods is where they know me, eh
Music won't get me the money I need
Something take care of my family to feed
Most of you rappers are all about [?]
I just keep stackin' my motherf**in' [?]
Music won't get me the money I need
Something take care of my family to feed
Most of you rappers are all about [?]
I just keep stackin' my motherf**in'
I don't know you
And you don't know me
I've been waiting, for the world to blow me
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie
Imma be famous
I've finally made it
Them still ridin' round with the homie