They think that they got it in they bag
They think that it's talent, how they bragging on they rap
But most of it is cap, and most of it is whack
Can't believe you hating on me, worry about your stack
Or worry about your bitch, cause I just broke her back
Telling you my story, so listen and sit back
She's saying that she trusts me, but I do not trust her back
Montana girls love me, so I gotta love em back
Been geeking of 30's, so I gotta run a lap
If I hit the field, quarterback and make a pass
You be in my story like a leech, like a pest
Never wore a jimmy and I never failed a test
Momma said keep going put my foot up on the gas
Imagine hearing that and having an album that was trash
I might not be first, but I ain't coming in last
I had to be patient, had to grind out my past
Slowly going crazy, making moves, getting quick cash
North Face and Supreme, swear to god, yeah I just did that
Yo bitch on the phone with me, but I just told her call back
Smoking on exotic weed
You is not on top of me
Demons keep calling, I just say get off of me
Mama had to beg and scream, I was too young back then
But I would've grabbed that beam and let that bitch sing
I was just a young lil kid with a bad lil dream
I think it was meant to be just like
Me and Codeine, I'm like my father
You f*ck up one time, then it's time to go slaughter
We send you to people who cut you like barber
The more I keep going, the shit just get harder
I'm trying to get rich, have my kids up in charter
I keep getting tatted and keep getting harder
I just keep on moving and keep getting smarter