[Verse 1]
They never ever thought that I would even make it this far though
Scared it'll fade again, I'm saverin' like I'm Eduardo
Bumping my recordings out of Lino's Monte Carlo
That's the closet thing at fifteen I had to be star, slow--

--ly started stepping up the latter, lathered up in glory
But friends turns to foes and that's sad enough a story
You get no supporting like your spit game is corny
'til you start seeing checks like the Knicks game, floor seats

And that shit is mad shallow
Itching for a purpose so I play the game for aloe
But started unaware of the hysterics and how low
It gets you when you're down like you get pounded at the foul throw

I drop a new record to impress and I'm expecting nothing lesser than a skyrocket
But I guess I did forget about the pressure as I press another dollar out of my pocket

Just for seeing me myself perform again, at the next show they'll be swarming in
Need to find a secret, thought this era was Victorian
Victorious, it's obvious my head was under water when
I had this clear vision, getting annoyed with this

Shit it's too drawlin, cause I'm bluffing for an all in
Dreams so large, man I sees it like I calls it
But when it falls through, only you are in the wrong
So you're living off the energy you have to prove in every song