I love everything behind me, I don't think that I'ma find itI don't give a *, let me remind youIt's a lot of pressure on me, a lot of people down meA lot of weight on me, I'm still climbingAnd there ain't no telling how they playDirect me on they side, how the * did they ballAnd they found me, I bought straps on top of strapsI put traps inside of traps, tryna keep every rat nigga from around meIt seem like everybody's sweet, they started looking like NintendoRemember I was hanging out them windowsYeah, they ain't pee my memo, I had to go and drop a demoGet kicked a little harder, up the tempoThen they like, they ain't see my vision, they went real on meTell Michelle don't play with me, I got that K on meHe like to permute in my volume, so I don't say nothingAnd I can stand and be the night, LeBron do a broad day for meI'm tryna make sure that my daughter ain't got a never bedAin't no doubt, no my nigga, they'll never see itShe get the tip and grease it up, she just a butter headShe get the grip and squeezing up, she just a muscle headI left everything behind me, I don't think that I'ma find itI don't give a *, let me remind youIt's a lot of pressure on me, a lot of weight on meA lot of people down me, a lot of weight on meI'm still climbingAnd ain't no telling how they playDirect me on they side, how the * it they ballAnd they foul, I ball stress on top of stressI put trash inside of trashTryna keep every rat nigga from around meYeah, niggas ain't keeping it real, they gon' tell on youSay they gon' ride, they ain't gon' ride, they gon' bail on youSo how the * I'm in my pillow and I don't feel nothingAnd LeBron don't feel right if he don't kill nothingFurry young and in the hood, wood grain on the drainExtra clip on side, the clip wrapped up in tapeHow the * he in, so I'm fab, I pull up lateI got my feet inside the door, I'm here to stayYeah, they went to pulling needles out, shooting range in a niggaHow the * you want it, I see the change in you, niggaTell them free all of the bro, they put the blame on them memosTell them free all of the bro, they put the blame on my niggaI left everything behind me, I don't think that I'ma find itI don't give a *, let me remind youIt's a lot of pressure on me, a lot of people down meA lot of weight on me, I'm fine with thatIt ain't no tellin' how they play, the ref be on they sideHow the * it they ball, and they foulI ball stress on top of Strauss, I put Trash inside of TrashTryna keep every rap nigga for round