Yeah

Thank God for this beat

Thank God I’m gifted

Thank God for the streets that told me how to get it

From A-Town to Tennessee I’ve done a lot of living

Been ducking and dodging prison disrupted from my religion

How long before they hear me Lord

These niggas need to read my storyboard

It’s been a long road

Found music felt like I found gold

Because I know what I do fuck around and blow

An astounding flow

Keep it funky keep it real with me

To my niggas that were riding and is still with me

Man I love y’all

To the rest fuck y’all

I’m talking shit like a butt call

And I’m nothing but raw

And I work hard for this

I put my heart in this

Excuse my tardiness

I’m trying to be in those discussions and arguments

Up in them barbershops

Bout who spit the hardest shit

Just mention Pule

I Told you so

At least I told tho, Hate to say I told you so

At least I told you hoe, told you hoe, yeah

Bitch you ain't believe me, work hard just to make it look easy

I Hate to say I told you so, at least I told you, Told you

(Patrick the Third)

Yeah, bitch. Fuck it I told you

So what I’m not the same, cause the new you’s like the old you

Froze, is it that hard to accept? While I was dreaming you just slept

I made it happen and I left

Cold, yeah now all I do is party, and I’m such a fucking artist

Thought I wouldn’t go the farthest. I got everybody watching now you want to be a part

And it just sucks you had your shot cuz you were right there when it started, Oh

Tables turn, bridges burn, truth sucks, lesson learned

Tough luck, damn it hurt, I did the best now you feel the worst huh

Get them all out cause I been called every name

Man the only thing different now is everything

So, is it fame? Or the Change?

Who knew feeling this good would cause another nigga pain

Who knew if you just stayed bitch you wouldn’t be insane

I don’t hate it. I love to fucking say it

3rd Verse

Poverty good reddens, bout to be good living

Girls that ain't want to see me, see a little different

Looking at me sideways, but fuck all of that stressing

I just took all my confessions and made them my profession, yeah

Don’t miss this bus hoe, front door I’m coming in

Pule ain't killing shit? What bitch, come again

Now its getting real, that’s how I feel

Limitless nigga without no pill, killing this shit ain't got no deal

Killing this shit don’t need no deal, keep your check

Jumped in this bitch, feet so wet

Jumped in your chick, she’s so wet, did my thang, got my respect

I told my ex, she would regret. I told these that niggas I got next

Fuck y’all expect?

Uh fuck y’all expect? I’m good, and I told yall that

Making all this money trying to fold all that

And I still ain't jaded, probably cuz I’m faded

Blame it on the fact I waited I can finallay say I made it, and you still gon hate it

This shit is Real cold ain't it?

Told you