If I was in the same position I was in ten years ago

Y'all would be lookin' at me crazy, am I lyin'?

The goal was to elevate (Moose Tarantino)

I don't wanna hear no excuses from nobody

If I did it, anybody could do it

True shit, though

On my way to reach a higher level

On my way to catch a bigger bag

On my way to my favorite trap house

He don't call it, but he hit the glass

Cocaine music, shoutout to Gotti

Show in Poland, take the Wock' like I'm Yachty

On my way to stack a clean 250

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city

On my way to another ticket

On my way to a higher callin'

On my way to a higher purpose

But I pray I never get tired of ballin'

On my way to the Hall of Fame

Man, I got here gettin' all this game

On my way to a clean 250

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city (ah)

2017 I was on my face, 2020 thought I caught a break

You know corporate shit, back when COVID hit, then our office switch from RCA

Spent another two years independent, and I still had everything that I need

Tryna tell myself I'm only hustlin', is it really that, or is it greed?

You can't tell me 'bout no shit you ain't lived

You can't talk about no judge you ain't face

You can't tell me 'bout that bullet I ate

How you gon' tell me 'bout them bricks you ain't take?

Feel I've been dope since '01, sorry, gas from Snoop Dogg, clothes from Barneys

Champagne toast at a 1-OAK party, I'm seein' shit like Coach Lombardi

Streets is a spell, they go to YALE, still don't get what the dope man made

Uptown **** like K.P.J, and down the way, **** like Dope Man Dave

I'm the one with all the hos and chains, cookin' dope on an open flame

I'm the one who made you think you could do it, I'm the one who start exposin' game

**** use street code like it's an excuse, make a million, you supposed to change

I showed my OG this new whip I got, he said I'm comin' how we 'posed to came

All that gangsta shit go out the window, you know what's up, heard you told some things

Save that rich talk for them lil' hos, plugged in, I know you owe some change

On my way to reach a higher level

On my way to catch a bigger bag

On my way to my favorite trap house

He don't call it, but he hit the glass

Cocaine music, shoutout to Gotti

Show in Poland, take the Wock' like I'm Yachty

On my way to stack a clean 250

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city

On my way to another ticket

On my way to a higher callin'

On my way to a higher purpose

But I pray I never get tired of ballin'

On my way to the Hall of Fame

Man, I got here gettin' all this game

On my way to a clean 250 (yeah, yeah)

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city (yo, uh, ah)

I got family who feel like I don't love 'em, I help 'em but they feel like I could do more

Know some **** who feel like I can't touch 'em, don't be too sure, don't let us get bored

Why do these blessin's come with these unanswered questions at night? That's what I ask the Lord

That little paper, they hate on me for, just be shit I toss around in Dior

People I know who been down this road, they see where I'm at and say I'm at a fork

You don't leave 'em back, it's gon' hurt you more, that's what the fuck you gotta do to move forward

Granted, know I'm only here for a short, scramblers know what I did for the sport

I'm Montana's own, but you can call me Indiana Jones 'cause I carry the torch

On my way to reach a higher level

On my way to catch a bigger bag

On my way to my favorite drop house

He don't call it, but he hit the glass

Cocaine music, shoutout to Gotti

Show in Poland, take the Wock' like I'm Yachty

On my way to stack a clean 250

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city

On my way to another ticket

On my way to a higher callin'

On my way to a higher purpose

But I pray I never get tired of ballin'

On my way to the Hall of Fame

Man, I got here gettin' all this game

On my way to a clean 250

Black Sopranos back to clean up the city (ah)

I'm on my way, ****

That's why I say, "The Butcher comin', ****" 'cause I'ma always be on my way