Sometimes the ones you Love, really be your biggest Haters
I really sit back and just Think, I'ma be the greatest
We gon' make it, carve my Name in the payment Black sheep, know that Money comin' I'ma
Take it Far from over, we On top of the globe
Dallas, Texas on the map, You know we never fold
Perseverance, stayin' true, Focusin' on the blues
Big steppa, go-getter, yeah, You know I'm that dude
Having motion out this World, don't know what to Do
Livin' fast, on the dash, Crazy in the booth Know These niggas tryna doubt Me like I'm
Number two Never that, Pockets fat, man, I'm livin
Proof
You hear the trumpet, Bitch, it ain't nothin' Far Beyond dumb shit, Prosper, make money
So ducked off, y'all behind Dusted, they tough to talk
For y'all to reach us, shit You hear the trumpet, Bitch, it ain't nothin
Far beyond dumb shit, Prosper, make money So Fuck off, y'all behind us, They tough to
Talk For y'all to reach us, Shit
It's kinda hard for them to Follow me up Far from Over in this bitch, I see my Dog in
The cut Perfect timin' or What, really linin'
Em up Your designer ain't Nun', FFO with the ones, Stun Stunnin' back, step us Back to The darkness
The sergeant, the captain, We back on that nonsense
Hard for you to be the Greatest, you don't never Finish what you started Cold hearted kernel with Some options Sittin' Watchin' while investments Fill my
Pockets All I see is money When I'm lookin' out of
My ship Piles of it from Afar, it's somethin' like
A mountain Bullshit Downin' ain't gon' tolerate No false
Shit Y'all tricks could never Run with the pack
Burns on my back with the Sun we attached One Hundred laps before the Cosmos Collapse
Prosperous acts at the top Of the map, mm
Still lackin' what I came to Obtain I been thinkin' bout This shit too long, it's
Hurtin' my brain I be Pimpin' in this bitch, I Wrote my verse
With a cane You a Simpleton, won't get it if The wording
Is strange I'ma really get The driftin' I can't stay
In my lane And I'm Knowin' that you feelin' all The
Rhythm but dang Arms Flailin' all about you, got Your hands
In my face No time for a Break, catch a play like face
To my niggas that would Love to get away to the Bank
A casual day consistent Bringin' dollars your way
Don't follow the greats, Live your own path and get Paid
The power is safe from People that look down on Your name
Countin' my change, in Hundred it is not a mistake
Rappin' a saint, the Backpack carryin' sage She Carryin' names of other People damn to Hate
Don't lie to my face, you Really ain't fuck with the Name