What it do, king? All praise to Allah, the Most High

I'm just tappin' wit' a young brother to see what his potential is

On what we should be heading out there to Burbank

Keep God first, keep Allah first

And give call me back, brother

Talking to God and asking, "Hey, is there more tests?"

Threw away the nickel bag, I can't handle no more stress

I'd rather not do it if I can't do my best (yeah)

I put myself into the music, I feel so more relaxed

I had to quiet my thoughts so I could listen (listen)

Bought so much equipment, I got them tax provisions (yeah)

Me and my nigga 08, we used to be ditching

Back in seventh grade when music was just a vision

I can't get caught up in these motherfuckin' trends

I can't get caught up thinkin' niggas is my friends (yeah)

I will not give up 'cause I do it for my fans

And when I get back, I'ma hit your bitch again

Then I give her back like I owe you back taxes

My niggas pull up if them bitches are ratchet

And I can't call my nigga 'cause my nigga is absent

Don't know who I'ma call when I'm going through bad shit

I wish my nigga was here

I said, I wish my nigga was here

We was at the studio back at your mama house

Didn't have no money so we had to figure it out

With a Macbook Pro and Logic 9

If you wanna be good, this music'll take your time

But then it give right back, my nigga was a tutor

I was the student now we are the future

In that white Prius, niggas was just cruisin'

Tryna make a session, not being a loser

Tryna make it out the ghetto with a mic and a computer

Tryna reach new levels so shit could just be smoother

For your mama, your sister, and her kids

I heard you bought a house, so I'm proud of you, nigga, you did it

I wish my nigga was here

I said, I wish my nigga was here