Bitch I'm the man round my city now
Ain't got the keys but these n***as know I hold it down
Like a midwife
Talking loose like we been tight
But I'm searching, still searching
For deeper meaning and purpose
Now tell me is you worth it
Too much conversation is worthless
And I told y'all n***as
I don't wanna feel like I owe y'all n***as
Started from the mud and I made my shit
No handouts, I don't even approach y'all n***as
Stay cool, your lane, ain't mine
So I distance myself
Immaculate taste, n***as acting like I really did shit myself
Running with the homies but I might as well be myself
See me, see them, see them, see me
Tell me how I'm sposed to feel
Poster boy but I'm close to real
They hate the fact that they love me
I'm guessing this how Jesus feel
No matter where I roam I'm feeling how Caesar feel

20 thousand miles from home
Even though I say I got it on my own
I'm still thankful for
My n***as
My n***as
My n***as
Hey hey

It's been me, both Mike and Wesley, while Alex been overseas
While Bill been working the phone I got Lucho bringing me heat
PGMW in the back
Don't let him roll up his sleeves
Packing all that you lack
Keep the water for the b's n***a
It's been me and my bitch and my set
How n***as raising the bar but they can't speak with their chest
I swear they don't pay attention
I been killing for two summers
I don't need another victim
But I will do it
19 but I'm still moving
N***as Twitter talk, we call that still movement
Ok, you see, it's been me and my n***as from the jump
With the same goals
Get my city from the slump with the same hoes
N***as really can't do one
Damn, all these dreams ain't got to buy one
Court side, giving praise to the most high
N***as cross the line, I got n***as on both sides
Oh lord, let me talk my shit
Since Hakim they ain't had it like this
Dream shaking with the money and the word on my grip
Fo eyes with the four five
Bet I won't miss
Waited like 4 years just to talk my shit
Left the crib at 17 and I ain't had to pop since
Shit, I need a mil when I come home
Cos mumma got a mouth I can't control
She said she listen to Control like
I ain't shot it, like I ain't bout it, like I be damned
I ain't there yet but I'm one hell of a man
I do it for all my fans and my mans and I'm ghost