[Verse 1: Andre Frost] Those who claim to be the center Really didn't make it [?] No I wouldn't ever fake it Coins be changing like the weather and whether you admit it Every minute pa**es and b**hes get they life finished I guess I'm off, and they tryna cross me like a T The truth I got up, and went and see If I'm not buzzing then it wasn't meant to be It's a dozen yung cuz's, all following the C Could a role model stop 'em from Crippin'? I talk grown sometimes, sh** I'm tripping If I f** up I said I've been sipping [?] Who even knows the real I guess I'm kidding So much jealousy in this game I swear I'm not a wannabee Just asking for a spot I'm the proof like geometry Honestly, what's the definition of success? You can't find the keys, how you claim to be the best? We all gon' take advice from a big-bellied dude With $5,000 shoes and a car with no roof And the youth gonna say We're not dumb or stupid Guys be saving hoes[?], shooting arrows like Cupid Not in the booth tryna copy like you did I've been dreaming and the dreams seem lucid Skin whiter than some pages on a book After this drop, a few people gon' be shook And I'm ghost