Rafters Lyrics

I'm in lions den with a pen and a pad

Yeah, I'm in my prime but I ain't running it back

It's the perfect time but I'm pushing it back

Got my foot on the gas but I'm running the track

I feel it in my soul, I'm as good as gold

Got it in the pot, watch me unfold

I'll be doing this till I'm grown old

Name raised in the rafters like Shaq and Kob

Been doing this before you was doing rap

You was up to nothing so you was doing bad

Moving packs on the celly, before the tracks

Now throw your hands in the air and just relax

Windows open slightly, not afraid to let it blast

Looking for the future, is better than the past

People trying to tell you it ain't about the cash

It's about how you act when you get the sack

The stash had a couple rats eating at my stacks

No more squeals, had to put them under wraps

How you gon' tell me you got the stu off the trap

No one held my hand, thanks to God No attacks, only me I'm trying to surpass

Better act fast, life a game of quarters and I still got that last half, tough times don't last

But real people do, always been an outcast But I'll still have the last laugh, yeah

I'm in the lions den, with a pen and a pad

Yeah, I'm in my prime but I ain't running it back

It took perfect timing but I'm pushing it back

Got my foot on the gas but I'm running the track

I feel it in my soul, I'm as good as gold

I got it in the pot, watch me unfold

I'll be doing this till I'm growing old

Name raised in the rafters like Shaq and Kob