[Verse 1]

Aye yo I'm Biggie Hypnotized mixed with Nas

With the spirit of Bob Marley and a Rastafari god

Y'all niggas on that whack shit, y'all don't even make me nod

Coming out of Las Vegas, I hope I make it against the odds

Waking up on a job, I fell asleep while I was working

Niggas stuck on jerkin', I'm stuck on what's really working

Little Dizzy out here hurting, living on my own

Seventeen years old, hit this studio that I call home

Eighteen I'm on that function shit, get money shit

What are dreams for?

By nineteen I see I attracted the wrong people

By twenty I'm getting blasted and expressing life through this needle

Twenty-one I travel, rip stages like The Beatles

Made fans, thinking back when we made plans

Started off a dream, growing, but still the same man

What's the game plan? Originality creates

Criminal casualties, you tryna' battle with the case

Yo I'm good, man I'm good

Saying ? , they had to formulate it

See what I saw they couldn't orchestrate it

See when I die, know I'mma mean more to Vegas

Cause they gon' do their research and re-evaluate my work

[Verse 2]

Yo, they say life is a game, hope you can play it well

If I ever get unhappy, I'mma pull a Dave Chapelle

Money ain't enough to make it well, if I can't face myself

Keep it one-hundred, running from who you becoming

Anxious to see what's next because it's always something coming

Youngin' you don't know the half, be happy you have something

Niggas want the most, get a little and then they brag on it

Karma's right, so now niggas want me to feel bad for 'em

Salty as ever, my feelings all in the situation

You niggas only give me inspiration

Call it giving back, I'm sitting back, emotions more ?

Mad as fuck, no one to talk to so I'm just smoking

Music got me open, maybe I'm too outspoken

But I'm so fucking devoted, it's all a part of my passion

You fabricate the truth, you choose your rappers off they fashion

I'm just tryna' be the motherfucking package