What if all of us took that attitude, after we face a rejection and a no one We have a meeting and no one shows up, or somebody say: You can count on me, and they don't come through What if we have that kind of attitude: The cards repossessed, nobody believes in you You've lost again and again and again, the lights are cut off But you're still looking at your dream, reviewing it every day and say to yourself It's not over, until I win Went to the floor, got back, only way up, know how to stack the racks Do it again, so they know that you him, make an M, make another M after that I'm a real nigga, deserve the throne, turnt them up, put you on, matter of fact First year niggas flew to Cali alone, going home, they caught murders out the rack We scratch red ass, fuck a scat, pull up Maybachs back to back Niggas rich, but they getting whack, fuck your sack, go and catch a hack Before my plaques, you still crack, sipping on act, hit me off track Too much stress, I'm trying to relax, pouring up purple right now, relapse Flexing like I got my income tax Staring these bitches, keep waving they hand like jumping jacks Banging, used to rock red and black like lumberjacks Doing everything I said on wax, hop right out the back, they go max I used to clap before rap, ain't gotta talk on no app I go everywhere with my strap, I got my strap on my lap He call me loafing as bap, that mean my guard never down Caught a main op, woke the town, made his hoe ass take a nap Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic Hate this fucking traffic, everyday I'm in traffic Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic Hot like 500 degrees, dropped my top and felt the breeze Beat the streets, I left with ease, we was out giving the belt to G's Hit everything between his sleeves, paramedics trying to help him breathe I'm trying to let my killers eat, searching this shit on Yelp, we need it Fuck ns say the trench is evil, you ain't need nothing to feed them Can't look out for our killers, you ain't got no self-esteem I couldn't even grieve my ns, used to get too high off lean Percocet suppress my feelings, cock that bitch back, let it ring Can't believe I'm having cream, I ain't used to have a thing Malcolm X by any means, I couldn't even have a dream I'ma hustle till I'm tired, I ain't never got a scheme I know I'ma win the title as long as I got a team Running shit like J-Run title, I'ma keep getting rich, that's vital Big swerve, these little ns idol you, but these little ns ain't nothing like you Them street niggas worship me in the booth, they know I done burnt the mic or two No camera, I know how to shoot, come down like God and strike you I make every man rich, try and break the cycle Never shake your hand, bitch, I don't fucking like you Roaches in the kitchen, at it real bad like Michael Young and selling dope, and I kept a jab like Mike D Wanna go to war, gotta have heart, that shit frightening Walking in the dark, 40 Spark, look like lightning Catch a nigga right then, let off ten, that's exciting Herbo on offense and defense like a tight end Sipping on my cup, slide in the traffic Riding in traffic, waiting on the traffic I'm getting fucked up, riding in traffic Sliding in the traffic, looking for them in traffic I cannot get stuck, waiting in this traffic Hate this fucking traffic, every day I'm in traffic Buy a brand new whip, tinted wrapping, hopping traffic Killers all in my whip, we in traffic, traffic, traffic, traffic