U Dont Got a Clue

Lets go You know some things just got to be said Marathon music Uh, look You don't got a clue on what you wanna do Im busy gettin rich you think that I'm gon stop for you? I built this on my own and everybody know its true Still niggas act like they supposed to have control of what I do But, look, they dont got a clue Of what I been through Nigga aint have no trust funds or eat off no silver spoons Nigga aint have no peace inside my house until I moved And I for damn sho cant recall havin no exit route and you But really, I dont got a clue of what you even do But what good is a dream if you can't make yo shit come true? But what good is a team when everyone depends on you? Hope opportunity don't knock when opportunist in you room Cuz then what you gon do? What you gon do? Cuz if you sharing yo success and not yo struggle you is a fool Then you start to look like food The game dont even chew Eat you up and shit you out and then the critics say you through But look they don't got a clue What you was trynna do Keepin it 100, 100 don't keep it you But I'm gon tell you what to do Here is what you do Say fuck the middle man, get on yo marathon and get yo loot I hustle cuz I have to, not because it's cool And over time became accustomed to the bullshit niggas do Now Im numb and its cool, had to bounce back and regroup Hope you dont expect shit from me, cuz I dont want shit from you Now Im balling like Im supposed to Living life like we supposed to Fuckin bitches like we supposed to Gettin money like we supposed to Smokin kush like we supposed to