Released on July 24, 2009

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[Hook: XV]

They try to say that I won't make it to the top

And now look

They try to say that I won't ever get my spot

And now look

They try to hate while they all wait for me to drop

And now look

I just think that y'all should stop

Now look


[Verse 1: XV]

See, I'm dope like Ves Saint Laurent, cause you ain't gotta say why

My home team was hating so my ear is all I play by

Music keeps me down to Earth, but I still hope my fame rise

Cause no one wants to be next to a black man unless you J5

See I'm trying to be Jay tall, you cool being Ye high

I take it to the max like a student that goes to Bayside

Get counterfeit markers, all these niggas giving me fake fives

That want to put a dot on my head, like lower-case i's

The game is crazy cause I know in that they try

To have a nigga looking dumb, promoting like St Ives

I ride till the wheels fall off, you ride till the tank's dry

And I know success is like a stopwatch, it takes time


[Hook]


[Verse 2: XV]

I'm just like that's all you, on you

I ain't tripping, stacking chips in Palms Room

With a latin chick to put my calls through

Play some X-Box, read some comics, honest, that's all hoff do

But haters still want beef knowing I'm sick, raw food

And my ex girl texted me saying I saw you

Found out that I got another partner like Saw II

They done seen how I developed from that dark room

And sharks came out that water like you caught 'em with a harpoon

They dropped the ball too, now Vizzy got it

I'm a clock tower, I got my city watching

So little time, so many options

That girl is fine, but I know she plotting

Got bullied by the jocks and now I stop as they broads jocking

That front row filled with all they girls you know that's karma knocking

Freeze frame, picture it

Check your '03 yearbook, they predicted it


[Hook/Outro]