[Verse 1: IamSu!]
Making improvement, when niggas thankful you losing
My people came from the South, they used to get changed with them newsters
Hanging from branches it's so ironic we don't know our roots
Focussed on the future I forget about youth
I play the back when I go out because the spotlight makes you crazy
Sometimes I sit and think about Pac's Life, it's amazing
It was taken at twenty-five, with greatness in his eyes
That's three years away I'm so thankful that I'm alive
This system is a bitch so I can't do nine-to-fives
But luckily I get paid of the music that I supply
This that Ralph Lauren rugby shit
Why you rappers getting signed off of lucky shit?
Get a guest spot, and hit the jackpot
I'ma tonka truck to you matchbox
Play the cards I was dealt, never folded my hand
Stood behind what I felt, that's what molded a man
That's what crafted a king, in a class of my own
Took a shot of success ended up blasting my dome
Bitches tripping cause a nigga don't has to respond
I just focussed tryna take my own chance at the throne
I think a lot of y'all look at me wrong
Compare me to one-hits and these quiters, next week and he's gone
Tell your favourite rappers to rethink what they feature me on
Compare me to one-hits and quiters, next week and he's gone
I probably end up on the "Where Are They Now?"-show
Cause I stood up for all the shit I was down fo'
Surround yo'-self with people who don't just say yes
People who don't kiss yo ass, people who just want the best
For you and alone, when I don't hung around the wrong
Wasn't gave opportunities they wonder where they got the song from
I'm honest, I'm sorry I'm honest
I don't wanna hurt nobody, I'm sorry, I promise
In a room full of hoes it's so hard to be concious
Lil' homie just stick to your dreams and accomplish
Making improvement, when niggas thankful you losing
My people came from the South, they used to get changed with them newsters
Hanging from branches it's so ironic we don't know our roots
Focussed on the future I forget about youth
I play the back when I go out because the spotlight makes you crazy
Sometimes I sit and think about Pac's Life, it's amazing
It was taken at twenty-five, with greatness in his eyes
That's three years away I'm so thankful that I'm alive
This system is a bitch so I can't do nine-to-fives
But luckily I get paid of the music that I supply
This that Ralph Lauren rugby shit
Why you rappers getting signed off of lucky shit?
Get a guest spot, and hit the jackpot
I'ma tonka truck to you matchbox
Play the cards I was dealt, never folded my hand
Stood behind what I felt, that's what molded a man
That's what crafted a king, in a class of my own
Took a shot of success ended up blasting my dome
Bitches tripping cause a nigga don't has to respond
I just focussed tryna take my own chance at the throne
I think a lot of y'all look at me wrong
Compare me to one-hits and these quiters, next week and he's gone
Tell your favourite rappers to rethink what they feature me on
Compare me to one-hits and quiters, next week and he's gone
I probably end up on the "Where Are They Now?"-show
Cause I stood up for all the shit I was down fo'
Surround yo'-self with people who don't just say yes
People who don't kiss yo ass, people who just want the best
For you and alone, when I don't hung around the wrong
Wasn't gave opportunities they wonder where they got the song from
I'm honest, I'm sorry I'm honest
I don't wanna hurt nobody, I'm sorry, I promise
In a room full of hoes it's so hard to be concious
Lil' homie just stick to your dreams and accomplish
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