[Intro]

Success, guys, is a very very lonely road, man

Very few people are willing to endure the pain of sacrifice and diligence. To be successful is an up-hill battle and on that road you're not gonna see too many friends. You gonna see your shadow most often. You gonna trust in the heart of hearts. Inside what you're doing what you believe in, is a worthy cause, it's a winnable fight. The journey is not easy, before you start that journey, mentally, you must fuel yourself with the right reasons, the right fuel to sustain the entire journey. Everyone's hot off the start, but after a month or so into it, a couple of weeks into it, the ware and tear and glides sets. They hit you, you start loosing focus on the horizon, do you not? You are caught up in the daily hiccups, the ups and downs the ware and tear. And you focus on the speed bumps [?] and loosing sight of this true purpose. When you loose sight of purpose, you give too much value on what the pain is today

[Verse]

Yo, nine seven

I'm past the phase of trying to impress bitches with rap lyrics

In this rap business they ass-kissing, they past fiends

But I ain't quiting, I'm putting digits and mad figures

I'm winning, they tripping, they start to claim that I act different

I'm no actor, nigga

Your act is acting like actresses, I'm just trying to get it

You should reckon, I'm cash driven

I'm top five on that rap list

Above every nigga I'm there with

This is practice, watch me kill your verse with just an ad-lib

Rhaaa! This ain't related, but I'm active

Youngest in the game, your idol's about to be a has-been

The type of rapper that you see and ask "Yo, what happened?"

Reece makes classic [?]

Definite that if you feature Reece

You wack joint is about to be a smash hit

Gifted, blessed, I'm the king, fuck the rest

I ain't here to half-step

Put me up against the best, the game is full of methodology

I give my fans pure honesty

You beefing? I guarantee no apology

Keep a small circle, fuck a shape like an isosceles

Yo, bitches follow me, for real, bitches follow

Yo, bitches are turning, she's behind me like a soccer tee shirt

Play my position like I ought to be

Lies cutting through your chest, cutting your arteries

I'm that nice, diabolical none the less

These niggas doing it for the articles and the fucking press

I'm fucking depressed

Haba rap-e, they snap chatting

And why the fuck is Nadia Nakai rapping?

Ghost!