[Verse One: SonReal] 

This this right here, is is a seven-letter word, 
SUCCESS, unreal, that Son superb, 
Never gave a f-a what you feel, 
Did it on my own, no dough, no deal, 
Never had ish given to me, never took ish, 
Never cut corner, I earned this, 
Good morning that's the introduction 
Signing new me at the intro bumpin', 
Is he from the hood, do we keep it real, 
Do we call out other rapper, do we pack still, 
Na-a, that clean-cut nudo, 
Fresh from school so we tied with the new dude 
Fully qualify-qualify the teacher, 
Simple things in life, like pleased to meet ya, 
Please and thank you, 
Excuse me, bless you, 
No I don't time, but I will impress you 
And that's how I roll man 
Here from the north, but I don't do snow man, 
Don't drink coke neither, gimme a milk though, 
Rappers in my city trying to do this to milk dough, 
'Till they figured out that you're lucky to break even 
Where the part of rappers scatter and start leavin' 
Ain't that that funny, 
I'mma stack that money, 
Like is backpack money, 
And I ain't really trippin' on no competition, 
Catch they trippin' on the observation, 
'Till they take a trip a trip up all my station, 
Now they wanna buck me on a trip vacation, 
And all inclusive, the Kidd exclusive, 
No one knows it, I'm news to new shit 
I've ordered a couple on the double to boost it 
Now these dails like who is he, 
Independent innovator, yup, that's me, 
No I don't work for the company, 
To company me, so they dumpin' me, 
Now I'm a business, yo what is this, 
Check the scene, we're the best in the District 
W and W, but never your eldo, 
Is he just another one of 'dem boys, hell no! 
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