| Huh, yeah |
| I need y’all to come ride with me, nah’m sayin'? |
| I been on a long journey, huh |
| Interstate 38, nigga, huh |
| Ayo |
| I heard 'em say I got the mindset of Jay, skillset of Dre |
| So it’s guaranteed a billion is on the way |
| I got a big gun for niggas that wan' play |
| You wearing your emotions, your feelings is on display |
| Your heart’s on your sleeves, I’m like, «Motherfucker, please |
| Tell me what you motherfuckers need» |
| My ex-bitch mad |
| Ninety percent of the time she was 'round me was on her motherfuckin' knees |
| I’m a different era, I don’t know what’s up with these |
| New hustlers that don’t take much to please |
| They rap about how they cutting up the keys |
| We gave it to you raw, they fucking up the cheese |
| Rap or the trap, had to choose my grind |
| Took a lot of losses, didn’t lose my mind |
| Shit real, see a couple good dudes had died |
| I was comfortable, ran the streets with my shoes untied |
| Trust |
| You know |
| Like I said, I’m just getting started, nigga |
| Huh, ayo |
| I did it refusing to lose |
| And even after my losses, I came back new and improved |
| I see why you was confused |
| You at the bottom, I’m at the top, we got two different views |
| My side bitch gon' be here forever |
| But like Clark Kent and Superman, y’all never see us together |
| I’m more concerned with my selfish pleasures |
| Self-centered, I got a skillset that no one else could measure |
| Therefore, I never felt the pressure |
| The problem is you see me, consider yourself as lesser |
| Now everything I sell is extra |
| I told my bitch, «Get your pistol permit and watch for these jealous heffers» |
| Realize as long as I’m level-headed |
| That these bitch ass niggas’ll never catch up |
| I’m real respected and well connected |
| Started a vinyl company, now I’m literally selling records |
| Trust |