[Intro] (Rowjay speaks)

[Verse 1]

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

Chilling on my throne like where's my meal nigga

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

Won't stop rapping 'til I get 40 mil nigga

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

Told you before, I only rock with the real nigga

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

Lazy mu'fuckas still tryna get a deal

With they fake ass chains, fake ass frames

These niggas ain't even ashamed

They'd rather jack another nigga's fame

Than staying in their lane

Putting work, representing for their gang

Oh, what a shame

Oh, what a shame

This dirty game, got 'em going insane

Selling they soul just to get that quick change

When we all know that theres no such thing

As making it without going through pain

I'm just saying man I am just saying

Keep yo' eyes on that mullah

They say fame don't last forever

When you leave, you can't bring that with ya

Fuck the past, it's all about the future

We all got goals and aspirations

We all want the gold and clear out those missions

No matter where you go they'll always hate ya

No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya

Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya

Focus on you and stay away from the drama

No matter where you go they'll always hate on ya

No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya

Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya

Go' ahead and be great, tell em I sent ya

[Interlude] (Rowjay speaks again)

[Verse 2]

MTL on the motherfucking map nigga

(Yep-Yep Okay)

Been a long time coming, 'bout time we get our shine nigga

(Yep-Yep Okay)

I was dreaming 'bout this, since I was sixteen nigga

(Yep-Yep Okay)

I was bumping this sample when I was seventeen

Now I'm rapping on it, snapping on it

Cause this is the sound of my youth

Bet they can't understand it

Made my own standards

Black Clark Kent just stepped in the booth

My flow is nastier than ebola

Love my chick when she's not bipolar

Don't pop models, I pop 'em collars

You don't pop bottles, you sipping cola

Aaaaaah...i'm still stacking that mullah

Never chasing 'em dames

Sharing the throne with my lova

Laughing at all y'all lames

Old friends tryna' holla

Told 'em stay in ya lane

Cause when a nigga was struggling

Y'all was steady ignoring the mayn, like

(Yep-yep okay)

"Nigga you never gon' make it"

I was like

(Yep-Yep Okay)

"This rap thing my nigga forget it"

And I was like

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

"In 5 years nigga u gon regret it"

And I was like

(Yep-Yep, Okay)

Took a cab, and you were the one driving it

Argh!

[Outro] (Rowjay speaks)