Yeah, I'ma roll up with my team Most of y'all know what I mean

I'ma spit some shit real clean At this point I'm probably a fiend

I'm never running out of flows I'm on some shit real slow

Only real heads know That when I go my pot glows

I've been hit by potholes But I'll never stop achieving my goals

I know my shit is probably cringy and old But I love my music that I've sold

So why should I stop

I'm not at the top But I know I'll be by the next ball drop

I'm selling my bars like farmers sell crop When I get the mic bars drop

Yeah, people don't know but I'm on my shit Most don't care that I know how to spit

Even and my daddy said I should quit But I don't care no bit

I'ma be big just like Brad Pitt I'll never get mad and just quit

So I'm not gonna stop till I make it to the top or at least till my second album drops