I feel a lot of people talking
Waiting for when I'm in a coffin
I've been getting to my bag, but lately what's up for discussion
It's the fact that I got it
You feel the repercussions, oh
Yeah, I'm the center of a lot of envy
Because you people way too busy being fake and petty
They know my life, I worked for this and I was born ready
You feel the hate because these niggas know you going heavy
Oh damn it man, I've been waiting way too damn long to start writing songs again
Damn, I had to be patient tracking these smashes so that my fam can win
Now it's time for me to do it bigger than I ever thought I could in my life
Man, I'm here to kill the noise and the shit that makes niggas so addicted to the hype
Yeah man, I had to be obvious, I'm too hard to be up in the back
All my people told me that I had to give so I never wanna go and slack
Gone are my dreams that I had since I was such a young and never taking naps
But I know my flow will take me to another level trying to give my people all these racks
So I had to learn to shake off all the hate to make sure that I had potential
I've been trying to block distractions and I know that they can get up in my mental
I'm just writing songs and still I am the man composing all these instrumentals
I'm for real about this rap shit, anyone can go and check out my credentials
I feel a lot of people talking, waiting for when I'm in a coffin
I've been getting to my bag but lately what's up for discussion
It's the fact that I got it, you feel the repercussions oh
Yeah I'm the center of a lot of envy
Because you people way too busy being fake and petty
They know my life, I work for this and I was born ready
You feel the hate because these niggas know you gone heavy
I was born heavy, ten pounds up my mama's womb as a baby
So how the hell these f*ckboys say they made me
Put the work in and I punch the clock, I've been hustling
I put in overtime, I was on the block, I was in a trap
Really drugging, in the kitchen I was really cooking
With Kickpushkade, he like Chef Ramsay
I was born heavy, it run in my family, my DNA like I gave my son
When you got the juice, you the chosen one
You can talk that shit but f*ck your discussion
F*ck these niggas, I don't trust them
I push work to the customs, pack come in and I bust down
Keep my strap everyday, that's the life of a hustler
I gotta get that bag, I gotta get that cake
I cannot f*ck with you cause all you niggas hate
I feel a lot of people talking
Waiting for when I'm in a coffin
I've been getting to my bag but lately what's up for discussion
It's the fact that I got it, you feel the repercussions
And I'm the center of a lot of envy
Because you people way too busy being fake and petty
They know my life, I worked for this and I was born ready
You feel the hate because these niggas know you gone heavy