Watch out, you have to, you have to watch out for them legends Hell yeah, man, you know what I'm saying? When I came to rap, All I Wanted was, like, number one album You know, platinum, senior what's up, man That's it, that's all I ever wanted You don't, nobody has to make room, you gotta earn everything you get, you know what I mean? Nobody's just gonna stamp you a legend and you're not doing anything expected I think that I'ma have to set em straight, they really tryna keep me out the way I know the reason cause they know I'm great, I do this for my people everyday This for the ones we lost along the way Ay, rest in peace, you in a better place There's plenty legends that done paved the way If you beside me, then you in the way Use alphabetics when it come to J So you the L, now do you get it K? Now get these lanes to F up out my face I sit and laugh at all these rappers' facades How you claiming you the illest and you got to abroad? How you pulling all them foreigns up inside a garage? Must be so in love with Nicki, how you chasing Minaj? I'm just keeping it real All that flexing must be paying your bills Must be making it hot for you, how you telling me chill? I make em sick, that's why they saying I'm ill I guess that's why you quick to pop you a pill Now that nigga do the *** for the thrill You see, all about lectures, man In order to be a legend, you gotta do what it takes But you can't get your head caught up in that *** that make you one It's all about striving towards them goals, dawg You gotta make them niggas feel you So maybe I gotta go pick it up Maybe it's true I don't spit enough I gotta swim another side so they see I'm tough I'm not superstitious, you don't gotta wish me luck Don't trim the edges so they see the rough They want different flows, then I switch it up I bring that heat that make these niggas duck I feel like Jordan when I'm in the cut I hit it real, if it's a stat sheet, then I fill it up You can't stop me, you not real enough The difference is me is I came with a purpose Ever since I grabbed the mic, I started making them nervous I've been seasoned with the flow and all you niggas be virgins Guess that's why you boys are stuck up and so fond of the juries So I stay in my lane, ain't got time for the swerving And I always know well, like my first name was Nerlens Make them dig in the booth, I'm a *** excursion Just a lyrical version, the miracle version Ayy All about the legacy, my nigga You gotta show up I do this so my mama don't have to struggle If you ain't got no purpose, then you gotta get gone We out here tryna make it out Word up Word up Word up