Shout out to Common Whole BCG, MMG, Milk City Don't compare me to none of these rappers You already know They saying I'm the next up A lot of new rappers but I'm the best up The soul survivor, this the best book And Imma lay this verse down with no hook Bet it still feel like a song though This how it be with a strong flow Shot the messenger and for letting my voice go Before you niggas catching on slow Non-believers, I took it where you thought I couldn't go Now I lay back in the Maybach and point where I wanna go Staring at the blue sky in this long convertible Looking for the soul buried in gold It's like wisdom has repaved my road No stop signs or red lights Clear skies, no headlights My future is dead right Those that said I'd be king in '09 You was damn right, I'm damn tight Giving out gifts like it's fan night So here you go, and thank you for your presence And you lending your ears, it's such a blessing This is years of tears and aggression But I wipe 'em away with cheers from them sections In the buildings and stadiums When I see their faces all I think is how they hated him Wonder how many people gon' say how they created him But I been nice since Jordan hit the fade on them I was just balling back then too Before the tattoos, before the chip tooth When my older homies bagged capsules and drank beer like fruit juice The trap had us but they let the slave nigga loose I was amazed by muscle cars and coupes Girls in daisy dukes, dice games, and khaki suits And what I seen under God's roof is what influences the truth So I spew it in the booth and hope they throw it in their coupes And throw on their khaki suits and know this young nigga lives for you And know this young nigga lives for you Know this young nigga lives for you Know this young nigga lives for you Maybach Music