[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