[Verse 1] Ive been the fucking man for the longest time Till the finish line, stay up on my grind Crazy when your dreams be the reason you stay up at night But aint no sleepin when your mind stay on the move Grades was droppin in my classes Writin verses during school Went from honorroll to fuck it Fuck a test and fuck a luncheon Never trippin, I aint budging Fuck a muhfuckin budget Tryna move into the city Keep my lady looking pretty Fly my mama, dad, and brother out whenever just to visit Take them all around the hem Keep that paper coming steady Buy Bugattis, Lamborghinis Pretty soon theyll wanna be me, nah Im teasin Just tryna hang a banner from the ceiling And put on for my team, just to show I really mean it Then blow a couple Gs for no got damn reason On a level way above em, so these haters cant reach me, nah So these haters cant reach me Im just tryna change my scene up Living life just like a movie, was sup [Interlude] I told yall I be up on some new shit man Oh and The Follow Up mixtape out now Make sure yall go onto my twitter At AGismostdope Go in my description Click the link And hit the fuckin download button Know what Im talking bout? Its been a long time coming But I promise you we gon make it to the top Thats real [Verse 2] Skyline in my vision, from Chicago now to DC Remember just a week ago was handing out my CD Now my mixtape dropped, prayed to God that Id be poppin But still aint shit change, man aint a fuckin label call me Peers be asking for a shoutout, or a verse on the tape But where were yall when I could barely get my song ten plays? But see, now I get a few, almost thought I had a crew But now I got a couple fans, Bryce sayin Ima be the man Remember bumping to my shit up in that pathfinder Got Noah driving around, Jamar sitting behind us Way before I had my license boy I still had drive I got my ass up on a flight the time Im writing this rhyme Would write shit up on vacation, writing at the train station Despite my location still displayed my dedication to the game Aint worried bout the fame like you lames But Id lying if I said I wont worried bout my pay Or my cake, like a chubby boy staring at his plate At the dinner table late, havent eaten like in days Tryna piece together the puzzle from under the rubble Currently I be undercover, to these wack motherfuckers Make way, tryna ball like every day my pay day See homie every verse bomb, its like this shit was DDay Thats why every verse classic, this shit on replay Just listen as I reminisce, scroll through memory lane, wassup
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