Uh! Huh I'm guessing I'll just start at the beginning Never thought they'd ever have a nigga like me winning in this rap shit, I was right and wrong Wrong to think this shit was ever just about writing songs Confident the talent would carry whenever hype was gone It was just delusions of a good heart Knew I had a good start and was blessed too Still fell behind all the niggas I was next to It was only fuel, in the crib like the pen his only tool Big deal, down to the miniscule Niggas that I started school with already finished school Momma steady asking what you finna do, I'm doing it Had to go through them ruins or I would've ruined it I learned well Make 'em turn pale way I tax, ain't no speed past Gotta earn everything you get with me, I need that Tryna stack the same shit that we wrapped in I'm on point, no morse code but we tapped in Too much white noise, I know niggas need Black skin Ain't nobody with me relaxin' And for my dogs, keep the cheese tax paid And my honeydew relieve back pain That's why I make sure the beeswax thick, her edges holding Like our hands when we got hitched, don't pledge allegiance Used up all the detergent, these niggas folding I been on my research shit Shout out Lil Reesey, that dingy white t-shirt shit Just call me creasy, that man on fire Dakota fanning all them flames, could only send him higher They too inspired, they would never see that he's a victim More than a million off them faucets, never hit my pockets Profits must've missed him Even if the label fucking with you, it's the fucking system That's why I can't keep fucking with them Need birds of my feather, the whole shit turducken Buddy buddy, then we find out all these niggas fucking on the same bitch Lumped in with those who couldn't even speak my language Tell folk I'm a rapper and they think we do the same shit Type shit