I just don't believe

It ain't no fucking way, God put us on this big green earth to go work fucking five days a week

You telling me I'm supposed work a nine to five and then retire

Shit I'll prolly' die by thirty five if that's the case, Me and my **** in a race dawg'

First to touch a milli milli gotta set the pace dawg'

Missing off the radar

Working on my craft I don't take no days off

Praying that it pay off

Ain't none of that fake fake I know yall can relate aye

They already like that man the GOAT

It's hard to stay afloat, shit, somebody get that man a boat

The rap game antidote, and I'm dope

Ya favorite rapper cappa' he be lying watch his nose will grow

That **** there Pinocchio (I ain't lying)

On my soul If he did all the drugs he talk that boy been done overdosed

Seized up and comatose, his soul a ghost

Gotta play my part give you the real this ain't no jokey joke

But back to the okie doke

I still wonder what y'all gave, mane y'all know that wasn't what he was supposed smoke

And RIP to Trollieblo, this world is cold

Y'all left that man to die alone and thought the world would never know

I pray the Lord his rest his soul

Some days I want to be left alone don't even be nothing wrong

**** my age already putting on

All this pressure piling up, you should know the type of time I'm on

You telling me I'm supposed work a nine to five then retire

Shit I'll prolly' die by thirty five if that's the case

Me and my **** in a race dawg'

First to touch a milli milli gotta set the pace dawg'

Missing off the radar

Working on my craft I don't take no days off

Praying that it pay off

Ain't none of that fake fake I know yall can relate aye

If you trying to get to the top **** you gone need a mountain

You really gone get rich or you gone sit around and tweet about it

Sweat tears and bleed about it, I need a doubter

That shit like motivation I love when a **** hating, out here paper chasing

The dog and the mailman

**** moving louder than the 12th man Posting more drums than TSU or 12 bands

And still end up dead or in the feds **** is special ed (I'm on my Kobe shit)

And I don't know if they told you this but it's a whole lot of power come wit ownership

Treat every dollar like a poker chip

Cause this world full of bogus pricks that'll fuck you over if you don't know ya' shit

Putting you on game is what I'm here

If you ain't hearing me then maybe I need a billboard

You got a skill a motherfucker would kill for

Life's short don't leave thinking about shit that you shoulda' did boy

You telling me I'm supposed work a nine to five and then retire

Shit I'll prolly' die by thirty five if that's the case

Me and my **** in a race dawg'

First to touch a milli milli gotta set the pace dawg'

Missing off the radar

Working on my craft I don't take no days off

Praying that it pay off

Ain't none of that fake fake I know yall can relate aye