Success

They was on the gram talking shit about me
I ain't stressing these hoes ain't got no grip like me
They say they got a stylist but this drip by me
When I feel like giving up I remember that I
Promised myself I would never stop chasing my dreams
I'm gon buy my homies diamond rings
Fuck these niggas they all fiends
Bitches mad cuz they know that I win
Uh yeah
These niggas keep talking like I give a fuck
I'm just getting my money up
They tryna be me but they suck
I put in dedication but they say that its luck
Lil nigga you my clone, who do you think you gon stop
Send the addy we gon be on the spot
Real niggas don't tell shit to no cop
Never!
I swear they want me to lose
If they got a chance they would put my neck on a noose
Hitting my phone cuz they wanna get inside the booth
I know they want me just for some blues
When you out here you better move smart
Unlike these niggas that say they my competition but they rap career never start
I- don't give a fuck about your shit-talking I'm securing a bag
Don't get attached to some niggas cuz they might stab you on the back
Just for some cash
Quit flexing you mommas money we know your lifestyle is made out of cap
The money low so my parents depressed
In everything, I do I put my best
So I can get rich of my dreams so mom and dad ain't gotta stress no more
I won't let em lie to my face no more
You posting that money but its gon be gone in a month
Never needed to claim that I'm rich cuz I aint a fake mofucka when it comes to my funds
But fuck them niggas let em talk
I know I'm gon turn to a boss
You bitches ain't gangster you bitches is frauds
They should wear Chrome Hearts the way that these niggas cross
I sit in silence while they speak on my name
We piss on they graves like we Ye and LaFlame
My outfit on point like mofucking aim
I'm gon make it trough the pain
Cuz I!
Promised myself I would never stop chasing my dreams
I'm gon buy my homies diamond rings
Fuck these niggas they all fiends
Bitches mad cuz they know that I win
Uh yeah
These niggas keep talking like I give a fuck
I'm just getting my money up
They tryna be me but they suck
I put in dedication but they say that its luck
They be mad cuz they ain't doing well
That's why they pray that we fail
But we gon make it out of hell
You can't be my homie if I know you gon tell
When you see a cell
It's my turn to shine I know I'm gon make it out alright, and everything is gonna be fine
Success is gon come with due time
Until then I'm just gonna... stay on my grind
And just chase my bread
So I can ice out my father's wrist, with a Philip Patek
So much dreams when I'm awake
But got so much nightmares when I got to bed
That will never bring me down
Always gon keep my feet above the ground
I'm gonna perform to a big crowd so I can finally make my parents feel proud.