I'm a paper chase tutor.
Survival my intention, I could never be a loser.
I can't even mention what it took for me to do this.
Represent my culture like a vulture in a movement.
Nothing really to it.
Ya' full of opinions and so easily influenced.
Somebody get the papers we about ton roll out.
Verbally explicit when I smoke around town.
'Cos I'm watching for reporters, I'm the story right now.
I'm just aiming for the glory like the price went down.
Pockets rearranged.
I swear this life is strange.
I'm the closest to perfection and they wonder where I'm made.
Raising up a signal like a Verizon, turn ya speakers up.
Shout out to the 'ville where the women fucking everyone.
Young Stone Cold.
Natty Ice blown.
Harlem's very own.
Stacking up the funds.
Something I could prove.
They just hit my phone 'cos I'm always on the move.
Smoking all day.
I been sticking to the roots.
Plotting on the money like I'm trying to make the news.
Man, I'm on one but I'm trying to smoke two.
If you acting like a bitch, I ain't trying to see you.
Lyrically obsessive.
I know it's getting old.
I'm trying to show these people.
It's hard to act grown.
My people got direction.
I'm the one they leaning on.
So when I'm making records, they the first to hear the song.
Fuck all the gimmicks, pretentious women, the critics, the label business, the people who making hooks for the fishes.
I know the hustle for the kids.
Like the pushers and the muscle gotta help the family live.
Stacking up the funds.
They just hit my phone 'cos I'm always on the move.
Smoking all day.
Sticking to the roots.
Plotting on the money like I'm trying to make the news.
Man, I'm on one but I'm trying to smoke two.