There's like a stigma

About what I do or get up into

Opinion on opinion about my winnings

Opinion on opinion about every fucking thing

That don't got shit to do with you, but got a lot to do with me

And I'm wondering if I am ever going to get some sleep

Or will I just have to wait until I'm dead to rest in peace

I don't mean to just complain, but dog it's been about two weeks

Working, working, working out and I am just too weak

I was drinking molly water, dehydration from the weed

I was told they cancel out, perhaps then I should not proceed?

I'm too honest. I told you that's my problem

I'm open to the judgment

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?

I'm open to the failure

What doesn't kill you makes your ground harder right?

And if it do kill you then you just going to become a martyr? right

So before I kill the game right quick, is you down to be a martyr for this new rap shit?

They have them take pictures, talk some shit, and holler back quick

Say they riding but key up your Cadillac real quick

Can you really handle all that shit? x2

There's like a stigma

About what I do or get up into

Opinion on opinion about my winnings

Opinion on opinion about every fucking thing

That don't got shit to do with you, but got a lot to do with me x2

Don't got shit for you and your crew, but got a lot for me and my peeps

I learned the ropes from the richest white folks and tied me down to the streets

[?] scouting while I'm plotting on how I'm going to keep it G

While still posing for all these [?] and all these fucking magazines

While I'm maintaining that I'm me and can't believe I'm just 18

And that this is the biggest start upon my list of greatest things

Man we going to live like kings

A hundred hands for all these rings

A hundred bands for all these rings

A hundred grand for all these things

There's like a stigma

About what I do or get up into

Opinion on opinion about my winnings

Opinion on opinion about every fucking thing

That don't got shit to do with you, but got a lot to do with me

Know a couple bad bitches who aspire to be milfs

And a couple fake niggas who aspire to be killed

And they know they living wrong so they feed real niggas the guilt

And they know they living wrong so they feed real niggas the guilt x2

Can you really handle all that shit? x3

There's like a stigma