Intro Lyrics

And I'm on now, and I'm on now, check it, uh And I'm on now, and I'm on now

I'm back up in the place where I could body beats with ease

And everything I've done to this point has just been a tease

It's been a minute since I've been in this place

And now I'm on a marathon, it's called the paper race

I paper chase, cause when the bell tolls my name

And it's my time to go, I want my brothers to be proud of something

We come from nothing, yeah, I got it from the ground up

I remember when I went to go pick my first pound up

Broke it down by the zone, got it off within a week

Mama would get home from work and tell me the whole house stink

Played it off for a minute, knew eventually the truth would unfold

This pack ain't only being smoked, mama, it's being sold

And I know that it hurts you, but what I don't know is how

I'ma help you out with the bills and all that other shit

With a nine-to-five, me and my brothers gotta eat

And my pops wasn't really there, so I started coppin' them gear

And whenever I could, I put new kicks up on they feet, check it

Every verse is worth a necklace with VVS's

Me and my niggas young and reckless, we need respected

I need perspective, am I going nowhere fast

Cause I keep chasing this fast money, knowing it won't last

Looking for an opportunity that I could grasp

Me giving up rap may be like Brenda throwing a baby in the trash

Catastrophic, and when I hear my own shit, I'm like, damn, I gotta top it

And I can't ever stop it,

Cause I got the ball about to score and can't afford to drop it

still smoking exotic just to help with the anxiety

Keep a couple bitches cause I'm young and need variety

Keep the family close, boy, you know we full of young prodigies

And honestly, I feel like I know the prophecy

Can't really explain it, I just feel something inside of me

Something telling me that I'm the one and that I'm next up

So to all the lil' bops, I recommend you give the neck up

Before you lose your chance, cause one day I'll be the man

You know I got the plan, free my brother out the jam

Cause I'm writing this, smoking while he's sitting inside a jail cell

Losing sleep at night and I'm waiting for him to make bail

So I can pull up, grab my nigga out the bucket

We gon' roll some loud, yeah, we smoke nothing but ruckus

And we gon' hit the lab, get to working on my craft

So we can fucking laugh while we count a pile of cash

Maybe drop a couple bands on some shit we ain't never had

Want a crib for my mama and my grandma too

Got this God-given gift so there ain't nothing left to do

But write from the soul and put it on wax

Shit I put it on resin cause I'm too live and that's fact

Shout out to all my potheads, burn one while you bump me

You can call me what you want, I'm just your typical flunky

With dreams and ambitions that is worth more than millions

My elders used to tell me my potential's through the ceiling

Now I peep what they meant, yeah, I got what it takes

That don't mean along the way that I won't make no mistakes

And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take

So I can kick it with my loved ones that's behind the pearly gates

But that's so long from now, I still got so much to prove

I still got so much to see, I still got so much to do

I put this frito on my shoulder, see how far I could get

And if I start to doubt myself, I shake my apron again

And if I start to doubt myself, I shake my apron again