Verse 1

Finally I’m getting rich

Oh fuck, it was a dream

Nevertheless I’ll keep on writing on my piece of sheets

Cause when you’re craving man, man I swear you’ll never quit

To get that dream you always wanted till you get that shit fulfilled

Nigga that’s where I’m at

I’m paying dues leading niggas as if they asked for that

Kind of like, Pac n BIG and what they mean to rap

You niggas way too scared

Could never give us praise

Like we can’t handle that

This shit is from the heart

Type of shit not from the brain

Same brain she be giving every times a man just come her way

Her name I don’t remember

That shit don’t really matter

Don’t wish to swim in money

I don’t think I’ll keep my head up

Idols told me to aim high

Most recently it was T.I

You friends say you’re too good, nah nigga they lie

The truth is lacking homie

You would think this shit is gold mines

These rappers give me hate, like my skin is all white

These rappers spitting lies

Dishonest motherfuckers shit I swear no truth no more

Coming every crime

And brag about how everyday they all be fucking whores

So keep on asking nigga, “Who the hell you pose to be?”

I sit back and tell that nigga, “I’m what hip hop truly needs”

I’m what hip hop used to be

When you was back up in your teens

Exactly what I wanna be

In simple nigga words – Luther King in what’s black history

And you can’t get on that

Need 30 just to pen

Spitting thoughtful rhymes nowadays that shit is hard to get

You catch?

You catch nigga?