Out the Mudd

Uh aye, grew up In the City of violence Moment Of Silence Word to my Mama Ima keep Grinding under Sometimes I sit and wonder it was all a dream I just want the finer things I ain't talking bout the Gucci or designer things I'm just talking bout the life that you wouldn't imagine 4 or 5 Cars Sitting in my garage Yeah the boy finally made it Always knew you be a star Always knew he be the man On top of his game I couldn't stop had to get it Put it top of the frame Yeah my name I be the man of the year Got to make this shit clear They gone have to say congratulations Cause your boy had patience But he finally made it And I don't want to be the greatest I just want to be the best Put these niggas through the test and it's done with the rest I be the illest nigga And you got to be the realest nigga I just hope you feel it nigga And the streets know Forget about the G code See I started from the bottom tryna make it from the bottom to the top self made Always made my own way Never give up or get in your own way But im stuck in my own ways I'm riding my own waves I get the long way yes that's the strong way I play it how players play Fuck it I'm going in I'm here to win its on ten I go out of my mind They tryna tell me I couldn't but I would but I don't stop nigga Time wait for no man And I get it by the dough man And I'm back with the flow man The hottest nigga in the city Who fucking with me Nobody really fucking with me Really I does this shit is the illest and Im the realest tell these niggas Nobody put him above this Young Teflon I'm the don and I be the fucking one