Somebody told me to smile more
They'll buy more records
Somebody told me the labels want me, don't know how to sell it
I'm just too much to develop
I got so much to envelope
Some might say I aint even ready, you let them tell it
And all I hear is that I'm bad
You-a rapping ass Jada Pinkett
I can't help it, but to laugh
They'll never know what I'm thinking
And I aint selling no ass to compromise for succeeding
Even if it's my last, you couldn't give me a reason
Went from selling twenty bags to quarter pounds
Holy glory found
A degree
I'm in order now
No one hold me down
F*ck you mean
We already won
They already drowned
F*ck my frenemies
I'm on a cloud
And its so endowed
Thats just a part of this life shit
Try it on your own, just out of spite shit
I learned to fight quick
I learned the right shit
I just hope you'll never have to see the things I did
And thats
REAL
Can't fake it
I been running all these races
Can't remember all the faces
Always looking for replacements
Uh huh oh, Uh huh oh
Getting sick and tired of waiting
Uh huh oh, Uh huh oh
Guess till then I'm getting faded