Intro:

Uh, yea, yea

Shout out to the 2000 babies

Yea

Verse

She kiss em up on the cheek and tell em that he be good

Nice kid I promise I never was from the hood

Money, dreams and raris, Who fuckin wit me and Cuzz

It’s Sullivan Rose bringing the flame yea that’s my blood

I was down too long, Soul too strong

Had to breathe, Been In the cut for too long

All me, witness the morals of who you are

If you in it just to win it, Ya passion would take you far

Cause I

Had to take a different approach, Made chickens of foul niggas that was lookin to roast

I ain’t never see wack niggas that could sit here and boast

Split it wit all the homies so I give it a toast

Look

On the verge of being great, Niggas claiming they want it

But now it’s seeming they fake

I ain’t never the type to get hot in this

But I quote

Blood, sweat, tears up in everything that I wrote

Novice up in the moment, rap’s young Ayatollah

Got Greats that condone it, You niggas ain’t really on it

Making moves you count it, I’m present can’t get around it

My lyrics is all astounding, Im flowing just like a fountain

You niggas can reep Everything that you would sow

Soaring just like a crow

And cookin just like a stove

Witness the brave and bold, I blossom just like rose

Recept it just like a phone

Flow sick enough like a cold

But look

Tunnel Vision on like a hunnid

All heat, When I’m on the track I got em runnin

Best believe I’m willing to reach above the summit

Knowing I’m on the rise While niggas can go and plummet

Backed against the wall They hoping take a fall

But remember I promised to get it all...