Kick Rocks

When I started rapping Nobody wanted to listen Nobody thought I was good Nobody thought I was gifted I made it my mission Took the hate I was given I developed a game plan Then created an image Started without cash Now I'm making a killin' Started without views Now I'm hittin' a million High as the ceiling goes And I'm ready to snap I know my fake friends Who got me stabbed in the back As a matter of fact ... All you rappers are trash You only talk about the cars Guns, bitches, and cash When in real life you sit home Stuck on your ass Feeding the youth bull shit You put in your raps I talk about real life And shit that I've been through And paint vivid stories when I pick up a pencil If you disagree then you're part of the issue 'Cause words are a weapon you're able to misuse Tell a hater they can kick rocks I don't got time on my wristwatch And I'll pullin' up to your block (what?!) Tell a hater they can kick rocks Let 'em run their mouth with the shit talk And I'll pullin' up to your block (what?!) Ooh, oh Ooh, Ooh, oh Ooh, oh I'm back live in the west Divin' in checks So remind me once more Who the fuck you tryna neglect The fame brought pressure But I'm survivin' the stress Goin' gold, fuck platinum homie Diamond is next This is hunger at it's finest I'm relentless and it shows This is what you get when Passion meets obsession with the growth This shit is way bigger than Impressions on a post Time to put me on the list With the legends and the goats So fuck mass appeal Boy keep the passion real Soul plus skill I'm the mo' fuckin package deal I eat these rappers up for lunch And that's a half a meal Heat stay spillin' out my palm Like I'm packin' steal Talk business on flights out to Rio Haters send shots I'ma dodge em like Neo Lionhearted baby you can tell that I'm a leo Me, myself, and I that's the mo'fuckin' trio So I could never put my trust in a snake Y'all couldn't get on my level Or even muster the strength Got an athlete's mindset And hustle is bank It's Mass of Man and Vin Jay Come and fuck with the greats I'm like ... Tell a hater they can kick rocks I don't got time on my wristwatch And I'll pullin' up to your block (what?!) Tell a hater they can kick rocks Let 'em run their mouth with the shit talk And I'll pullin' up to your block (what?!) Ooh, oh Ooh, oh Tell a hater they can kick rocks Ooh, oh (It's Mass of Man and Vin Jay) Ooh, oh Pullin' up, to your block (What?!)