If by chance, I reach fortune or fame
I'll still be me, I'll be the same
When the deal come, I promise to be
The same young motherfucker keepin' real with the streets
Showin' love to the same who kept me up on my feet
And when the nigga was on his lap, they gave me money to eat
But uh, to the jealous bitch, I'm cuttin' you off
While I'm vibin' to the tunes of the Kendrick Lamar
Homie said it at his best, you only bringin' me down
Play me twice like a sucker, I don't * with you clowns
But to the G's, I keep it real with, slangin' packs feel weak
Come on, we'll show you niggas respect
And that's some real *, smokin' while the time tick
I gotta grind quick, seein' my people both doin' bad
Somethin' had to switch
I took the hustle from the streets and the booth
A couple 40s and some swishin', blazed the mic with the truth
I'm born lyricist, but I'm only speakin' what's real
Paint pictures with my words, with my mind in a mill
* what a hater feel, whatever you do, you can't break me
Feel the breeze while I'm ballin', while you struggle just to
Make three, hundred dollars home, boy, you need to quit that
Heard about me doin' my thing, you tryin' to come back
You burned your bridge when you changed up
Got some money and some bitches now, and you don't act the same, bruh
But I ain't trippin', get your money, bro, I never change
I'm still here with the people that I love most
If by chance, I reach much and more things
I'll still be me, but I'll be the same
If by chance
I reach much and more things
I'll still be me, but I'll be the same
What up, Pop?
Same road in some years, but feel the pain
You ain't here to make me wanna shake tears
I'm still your son, I never change, don't ya?
But livin' life in this world can wreck your brain
I'll make a nigga go insane, homie
Just let you know that I'm doin' my thing
Left a trap to the rap and stand on top of my game
Signed a contract, but it wasn't much
But I'm plannin' to blow up, and when I do
I'ma rip this game up, I'ma rip this game up
Most these niggas suck, just spittin' that bullshit
False prophets in the game like mace in the pulpit
Talkin' diamonds in your chain like they gettin' them bigs
Hips sold, they sold for the fame
Gettin' played like a real bitch, this nonsense
Left a nigga unconscious
Rollin' up every day so a nigga can function
Give a * what you think while you makin' assumptions
Put your best in the booth and I bet you I'll stumble
Relentless on the mic, put realness in what I write
You can never say I fake, that motherfucker is light
For a nigga feelin' trapped in these invisible gates
Well, they say we all equal, but really just by our race
Y'all don't feel me though, but if you do, turn up your stereo
Bank in the trunk or in the hood or at the liquor store
And let the people know I'm still in the streets
Fuckin' with the same niggas who came up with the G
If I chance, I reach much and more fame
I'll still be me, I'll be the same
If I chance, I reach much and more fame
I'll still be me, I'll be the same