[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