Released on January 1, 2015

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[Intro]

I'm gettin’ carried away

Feel like I'm gettin' carried away

I’m gettin' carried away

Look


[Verse 1]

Headed back to buildin' my city, I love the feel of my city

Take care of Del Amo, feel like I pay the bills in my city

I'm a fresh prince here, feel like a Will to my city

Got some fake niggas here but I keep the real with my city

Relationships stayed and we just turned to strangers

Now matter how apologetic, it could never save us

Took the memories of us and I put 'em on paper

Love when my sadness could turn into positive anger

Something as close as memories can be productive

Never drop your name, they don't know who I'm discussin'

But you don’t thank me for it, you just think that I’m deceivin'

Like I never say your name ’cause I want you to be a secret

Fuck it, cool, lose lose, I'm always wrong

You say I need a job then complain I'm always gone

I'm in the studio so much I start to call it home

The quiet peace it brings to me when I’m all alone


[Chorus]

Swear I should've did this sooner and make the time slow up

Fellow rappers claim that they just tryin' to grind, know what?

Y'all say y'all love the competition 'til the time roll up

Everybody want to be Mike 'til LeBron show up

Y'all some fake landmines, y'all ain't tryin' to blow up

Fellow rappers claim that they just tryin' to grind, know what?

Y'all say y'all love the competition 'til the time roll up

Everybody want to be Mike 'til LeBron show up, damn


[Sample: J.Cole]

You have to watch out for them legends, like you know nobody has to make room. You gotta earn everything you get, you nahmean? Nobody just gon' stamp you a legend and you not doing anything that's legendary. But to the people who are watchin' or still reminiscin' on the Jordans, like yo, LeBron James exists. There's people out there that will ride so hard for Jordan that they denyin' how amazin' LeBron James is, you nahmean?


[Verse 2]

I ain't a legend but got potential on the table

They sayin' I'm a rapper, I ain't really into labels

Or maybe it's just too new, I ain't used to it

All I know is that I flow dirty, nigga spit sewage when he kick it

Ain't doin' shit for bread, I pursue it for the vision

But please don't get me wrong, when it's all said and finished

I ain't do it on no get rich shit but I be lyin'

If I say that I don't want no big chips

Preferably, I would love to get rich quick

When the money comin' in all my problems could be fixed

So move the signs of an evict, tell my momma she could quit

She in hospital whips, what she drivin' fuckin' sick

But these niggas hold on and it's time for an eviction

I promise y'all, I pay respect to Hov, Biggie and Pac

And I ain't tryin' to sound like I'm hatin' or sendin' 'em shots

But does it make 'em less great if we say Cole on top?

And is Mike not Mike if we give Kobe his props?

Even while he was in his prime, he was the most hated one

Out of all the Lakers, I feel like he was the greatest one

Niggas actin' like he ain't drop 81

'Cause we hold on to the Magic vision, it's an addiction

We want him to remain the illest, no pun intended

If a young nigga killin', there's no need for us to hate

'Cause the legends paved the road so we could drive it and be great, nigga