[Verse 1]
Aye yo I'm Biggie Hypnotized mixed with Nas
With the spirit of Bob Marley and a Rastafari god
Y'all n***as on that whack shit, y'all don't even make me nod
Coming out of Las Vegas, I hope I make it against the odds
Waking up on a job, I fell asleep while I was working
N***as stuck on jerkin', I'm stuck on what's really working
Little Dizzy out here hurting, living on my own
Seventeen years old, hit this studio that I call home
Eighteen I'm on that function shit, get money shit
What are dreams for?
By nineteen I see I attracted the wrong people
By twenty I'm getting blasted and expressing life through this needle
Twenty-one I travel, rip stages like The Beatles
Made fans, thinking back when we made plans
Started off a dream, growing, but still the same man
What's the game plan? Originality creates
Criminal casualties, you tryna' battle with the case
Yo I'm good, man I'm good
Saying ? , they had to formulate it
See what I saw they couldn't orchestrate it
See when I die, know I'mma mean more to Vegas
Cause they gon' do their research and re-evaluate my work

[Verse 2]
Yo, they say life is a game, hope you can play it well
If I ever get unhappy, I'mma pull a Dave Chapelle
Money ain't enough to make it well, if I can't face myself
Keep it one-hundred, running from who you becoming
Anxious to see what's next because it's always something coming
Youngin' you don't know the half, be happy you have something
N***as want the most, get a little and then they brag on it
Karma's right, so now n***as want me to feel bad for 'em
Salty as ever, my feelings all in the situation
You n***as only give me inspiration
Call it giving back, I'm sitting back, emotions more ?
Mad as fuck, no one to talk to so I'm just smoking
Music got me open, maybe I'm too outspoken
But I'm so fucking devoted, it's all a part of my passion
You fabricate the truth, you choose your rappers off they fashion
I'm just tryna' be the motherfucking package