What if all of us took that attitude, after we face a rejection and a no one
We have a meeting and no one shows up, or somebody say: You can count on me, and they don't come through
What if we have that kind of attitude: The cards repossessed, nobody believes in you
You've lost again and again and again, the lights are cut off
But you're still looking at your dream, reviewing it every day and say to yourself
It's not over, until I win
Went to the floor, got back, only way up, know how to stack the racks
Do it again, so they know that you him, make an M, make another M after that
I'm a real nigga, deserve the throne, turnt them up, put you on, matter of fact
First year niggas flew to Cali alone, going home, they caught murders out the rack
We scratch red ass, fuck a scat, pull up Maybachs back to back
Niggas rich, but they getting whack, fuck your sack, go and catch a hack
Before my plaques, you still crack, sipping on act, hit me off track
Too much stress, I'm trying to relax, pouring up purple right now, relapse
Flexing like I got my income tax
Staring these bitches, keep waving they hand like jumping jacks
Banging, used to rock red and black like lumberjacks
Doing everything I said on wax, hop right out the back, they go max
I used to clap before rap, ain't gotta talk on no app
I go everywhere with my strap, I got my strap on my lap
He call me loafing as bap, that mean my guard never down
Caught a main op, woke the town, made his hoe ass take a nap
Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic
Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic
I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic
Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic
I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic
Hate this fucking traffic, everyday I'm in traffic
Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic
Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic
Hot like 500 degrees, dropped my top and felt the breeze
Beat the streets, I left with ease, we was out giving the belt to G's
Hit everything between his sleeves, paramedics trying to help him breathe
I'm trying to let my killers eat, searching this shit on Yelp, we need it
Fuck ns say the trench is evil, you ain't need nothing to feed them
Can't look out for our killers, you ain't got no self-esteem
I couldn't even grieve my ns, used to get too high off lean
Percocet suppress my feelings, cock that bitch back, let it ring
Can't believe I'm having cream, I ain't used to have a thing
Malcolm X by any means, I couldn't even have a dream
I'ma hustle till I'm tired, I ain't never got a scheme
I know I'ma win the title as long as I got a team
Running shit like J-Run title, I'ma keep getting rich, that's vital
Big swerve, these little ns idol you, but these little ns ain't nothing like you
Them street niggas worship me in the booth, they know I done burnt the mic or two
No camera, I know how to shoot, come down like God and strike you
I make every man rich, try and break the cycle
Never shake your hand, bitch, I don't fucking like you
Roaches in the kitchen, at it real bad like Michael
Young and selling dope, and I kept a jab like Mike D
Wanna go to war, gotta have heart, that shit frightening
Walking in the dark, 40 Spark, look like lightning
Catch a nigga right then, let off ten, that's exciting
Herbo on offense and defense like a tight end
Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic
Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic
I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic
Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic
I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic
Hate this fucking traffic, every day I'm in traffic
Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic
Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic
