You'll get as far as the motherfuckers you talk to for no reason
You'll be successful as the motherfuckers that you talk to for no reason
If you spend your day talking to a nigga that ain't got nothing going on
what the fuck kind of information could he offer you
Success is a bitch, man
FTS, yeah
Let me tell you
Uh
Reminded of all da shit that I used to go through
It was nothing bad, times was better in da old school
I go through trials and tribulations, yeah you suppose to
Fixed up all my troubles, now I got me some pro tools
Mama told me grow up and be what I want
Just don't get too greedy showing off, going flaunt
Niggas start to envy cause they think that I like to talk
But that's not da case, all my dreams facing to da front
I like to be chill and you know my weed loud
I'ma write that in my will, looking down from da clouds
Graduated from school just to make my mama proud
And I'm glad I'm not a fool, would've been on lockdown by now
Da streets can't hold me, them shits is full of phonies
Funny niggas shooting not da ones you call your homies
Why they try to kill a nigga conscious that they know me
I guess they see me getting bigger, I'm just trying to proceed
Prestige, defeat, stand tall on my feet
Da opposition in my vision, not too many know my mission
Hungry cat searching for da fishes, afraid to dive in water
So he always building bridges, yeah