The only one at the top there ain’t no other number
It hurts to watch these niggas rap like Scott summers A lil reference to the comic book
I ain’t depending on no chef bitch I gotta cook
I ain’t going back to broke
Now I buy new kicks just to sit and smoke dope
But for that bag, ready set go ima run it up
You wasn’t adding to this shit to sum it up
Gotta Think about it when you all alone
If you need something done you better do it on yo own We need the simple facts, not much to think about it As you slept my success, the thing you dream about On the road to the riches i took the scenic route
How you talking bout the field and never seen a route With my tunnel vision niggas never a seen a drought It’s a math problem you tried to count me out
On my pivot can’t switch up my position
Ima tell it to ya I just hope you listen
Now the money and the plot thickens
You can do it too but there’s a catch no George Pickens
You gotta sacrifice a lot of shit, times you’ll do the most and get nothing out of it, try to push ya to ya limits make ya quit, this just the surface on how deep it really gets, and that’s the big ass difference, when them moments really happend niggas left in instant, tryna keep up then you wonder why you trippin,
