Relax nigga
We Gon make it, if you keep spitting on these tracks nigga
I don't have a choice, being I'm just a black nigga
Coming out the ghetto or sewer just like a rat nigga
Mama told me, I'm bout to blow in a couple months
I thought I'd never see support till I'm in the front
Of the people that gotta hand over a Grammy
I'm just forever dreaming until I'm chillin in Miami
On the beach, with bad women around me
Good vibes, for another hood guy puttin on my hood guys
Got a couple people intimidated, I'm guaranteed to make it
Or like a bully in school, I'm guaranteed to take it
Ha, my grandmother don't approve of the shit I do
I'm rappin just to make her smile and she don't have a clue
She prolly think that I'm doing it just because it's cool
But I was better off rapping, then tryna go to school
See. Her credit jacked
And my credit jacked
And my mother credit...
Yeah her credit jacked
So what's a better stat?
With our credit jacked...
Make a bigger debt
Or making hella tracks
Making hella tracks, could turn to hella stacks
And with them hella stacks, we'll bring our credit back
That's only words, until I make it to verbs
I'm just rappin. Out these lyrical blurbs
My brother told me to chill with all that bad mouthin
Dissin all these other rappers cause they not about it
I'm never showing no hate, it's just these people doubtin
And when it come to this music, nigga I'm bout it, bout it
It ain't no limit
Im Percy miller in 95
Got a crew full of soldiers and they down to ride
Made mistakes that put me over in 2nd place
But I ain't trippin cause slow and steady will win the race
My only occupation isnt just a spitter, but a winner, you niggas beginners
I'm keeping my head up to the sky, yet I'm still a sinner
But that man above understand the world I'm in
Just to survive in this cold world you gotta sin
I'm only 21, Tryna find a way
I know I'm living better than many, I'm smiling every day
Give a bum a dollar every time I can
I could be in the same position, forgetting who I am
Never Hollywood, tryna get to Hollywood
It sound good and relaxing like a Molly would
If I ain't have this job, man I prolly would
Pop a couple and put on a front like tommy would
That's Martin tho, I need Martin dough
But I ain't willing to go the route that Martin go
Cause when niggas think ya funny
They thinkin that it's okay and they can play with ya money, nah
A lil this, a lil that, I be working voodoo
Warming up to eat a track, like some ramen noodles
Rome told me not to black and that's all I could do
Cause my brother said that's what a rapper should do
...if he good or whatever
A million rappers in the world pick a letter
Put him up against me, he ain't better
He just started rappin for cheese, a mouse for the cheddar
But then again that's what we all want
I love music, but money....shit I can't front
Whatever is to happen
I'm hoping that my future is filled with satisfaction
