[Hook: Malik] I've been waiting for this moment Where everybody growin' Trynna do their own thing Yea now everybody glowin' [Verse 1: Malik] Yea Yea, I like this one lets get it! This fight not trying to win yea I'm aiming to k** Stressin' over all these cla**es like I'm late on the bills You rappers small, McDonalds dollar menu Next time you see me yea I bet you I'll be signing a deal Trying hard so I can take care of fam Doing things most people can't say they can In the garage but we not making a band Just makin' music wanna dance like a Jamaican man Spittin' bars Gettin' far Livin' large Buyin' cars With the stars seeing everyone grow Doin' more Settle scores Trynna soar Leave Baltimore and see the rest of the world I can do it , yea I know I can As long I got support from all of fans And my girl, I wanna see her shine And my bro you know he on the grind [Hook] [Verse 2: True Greg] Yo, got a taste of fame man it's real sweet (Put some respect on my name) when I k** beats You feel me Man this real b Everytime when I'm on the mic man I feel free Uh, been grindin' each day So the rhymes we say won't be cliche One of these days Gonna have this on replay We on hall of fame y'all on easy Feelin' like Muhammad Ali I tell you what I wanna be Instead of supportin' the boy you pointing out every little thing That's wrong with True Greg Wrong with Malik Wrong with the beats Now you sponsorin' me Honorin' these Bars that I speak Nah b get away from me because I've [Hook] (2x)