Aye
Been going through the highs and lows
Ups and downs
Broke down through these black skies
And still I rise
Now the world's not enough
Young Bull and The Kid
Just a man with something to prove
Stakes been high and I ain’t play to lose
Questioning who'd I ever trust when trust was overdue
I'm really tired showing love that reaps no gratitude
Holding some resentment that covers my bitter attitude
Paying for hoes I slayed
Paying for "ride or dies"
Paying for whatever, whoever’s in my current life
Feeling thе pressure's weighing on mе as I try to survive
Through the trials of a young nigga's demise
But I know the universe got my back then some
Frank Sinatra lifestyle is how I'm tryna stunt
I told y'all niggas
I'm a one of one
Reaching deep pockets inside my mind for the golden gun
Taking aim onto a game full of competition
All of these rappers been taking strays from my own ambitions
Born under Canyon Crest, pursuing a vital mission
Giving yall hits while I'm doubling all of my digits
Let me preach to the choir, for real
The same ones opposing me ain't stopping my will
Never born chill
I’m fired up
Speaking out with passion
Spending all for my team bitch that’s how we get it cracking
Richard Mille on our wrists
Bentleys on our lane
That's just part of living the dream every day
Every day I seek change with that vision of royalty
Y’all checking all my moves
I'm checking into a royal suite
Drinking Suntory whiskey by Alona Beach
I'm just a young nigga chasing all my wildest dreams
Coming from nothing until I crash this scene
I'm balling straight for the league
Giannis and KD
Real G’s by my side so my record's been clean
If I'm focused on winning, yall ain't phasing me
Same niggas dissing me rocking counterfeit APs
While they listening at the club
They shorty stays quoting me
Born a descendant of Hendrix and Gil Scott
My brother Phoenix knowing we robbing it nonstop
I'm in this bitch forever
Got my brothers forever
Their kids are good forever
Yeah, we're winning forever, I swear
Endless champagne and pussy's on my mind these days
God's got me while I light my torch and guide the way
Pour the shots while i'm on the move tryna get us paid
Repping SOT till i'm standing in front of Heaven's Gates
With a view like this-
I'm just watching y'all with God right now at Heaven's Gates
I feel like "The Watcher"
I mean, I don't know what else to do it for
I got- I got all the trophies
The accolades
Murals
The statues
I mean
I feel like Tom Brady
I ain't even do it for the rings no more
Please stop all the cappin'
I can see through all the bull cause I'm tapped in
All my stats ninety-nine, R.I.P to John Madden
At this point they praying that I quit
As if, airplane mode
Check the status
I'm out in Aspen
Doing donuts in a brand new Aston
Niggas getting Punk'd like the homie Ashton
I should probably take all my talents to acting
Cause I'm so good at it
Fake smile on my face, hide a past so tragic
How he stay cool, yet he so erratic?
How he do drugs, but he ain't no addict?
I don't even plan it
I just get higher than the planets
With a view like this, man, the world not enough
These girls not enough, these trophies and these statues and these murals not enough
OGs told me, "Young fella, hey it's your turn, go on up. Take a turn, wind it up."
This is what it sounds like when the Jack comes out the box
My foot is on their necks, I don't need their respect
It's just hunting season, so I'm leaving with your head
It's a horror show, make sure all the children are in bed
So if your favorite, local artist hasn't hit me for a feature
It's probably cause they scared i'm gonna torch their speakers
Bitch, i'm going Nas
I'm going Ether
I mean, looking from your point of view
I wouldn't fuck with me neither
