People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

But I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing

People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

I told 'em "I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing"

Look

They all wanna come into my life

They don’t even know what’s right

People get to know me through the flowing, gotta check with anybody with a problem

No one even know the hype, but

That’s alright

They gon hear me one night

Now they all about it cause they went and bought my album

And thinking they know the outcome

So they putting up a fight

But they don’t give a fuck what I write

All that matters is I’m gonna be famous

Feel like a part of the A-List

They miss me cause I’m destined for greatness

Basic people wanna cross me

Don’t you ever make a move, I’m the boss here

And all these fake people wanna toss me

But I’m a little more than confident it’s our year

I told you I was running shit

I was onto to this

They been doubting

But that ain’t my problem, bitch

Now you walking quick

Go with caution if

You’re certain with yourself

And wanna face the consequence

I been off the edge

Snapping on em since

I was only twelve

And I brought the pen

To the paper and

Start to share my gift

They waiting for the moment

That I share the hate within

But that’s all cool

Kinda saw it coming cause it’s that’s not new

What I deal with, they don’t got no clue

I get hella frustrated when my plans fall through

Imma drive my own lane

Hide the no-names

Fuck the cocaine

I’m lit like propane

But this the one thing

I’m controlling

This is album II

Welcome to my domain

This music got me lifted, I've been gifted

I don’t care what anybody said

It's so cold, got you sniffing

Pretty soon I’ll have you wishing for a body bag

I promise I’m not tripping

Rocking crowds, I got em listening from the front to back

I've been in this position

That first album came and went but now I’m coming back

People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

But I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing

People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

I told 'em "I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing"

Man, I’m not done

Imma go on

Don’t be hating on me

Cause I do what I want

I think I won

You came out wrong

These people looking at me

Witnessing the onslaught

Whoo!

So come on through

They are an example of what not to do

They’re the kind of people that the cops can shoot

And man, I’m real with it no matter who I’m talking to

Remember that one time I posted online?

Got em going crazy off no more than one line

I was on time, I'm on the deadline

Dropped a REAL record, I’ll admit it was fun times

But that was a warm-up, and now I give more fucks

Put my head down till my room is a tour bus

Cause back at the old place, I wish I had more stuff

I had to learn it when we had no one to record us

A bit of a struggle goes a hell of a long way

But no one looking at me, asking ‘why the long face?’

I’ve been on pace, stocked the flow base

You can take my music once a day like Flonase

Don’t forget your dosage

I forget I wrote this

Wanna travel round the world

Like I was shipped with postage

But now I’m floating

Across the ocean

Hop on a stage

Then I rip it open

Hope they don’t forget me

When I do this thing

Seeing more face

Cause I grew this base

That’s a life goal

To have when I’m old

It’s been getting kind of tricky

But I knew that when

I started making music

It made me feel

100x better

I’m invincible

I made the decision

To do this till

The day I die

Always keeping it REAL

This music got me lifted, I've been gifted

I don’t care what anybody said

It's so cold, got you sniffing

Pretty soon I’ll have you wishing for a body bag

I promise I’m not tripping

Rocking crowds, I got em listening from the front to back

I've been in this position

That first album came and went but now I’m coming back

People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

But I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing

People always tell me I won’t make it

With this music thing

I told 'em "I know how it goes

So give me the microphone

Let me do this thing"