| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Ayo, what’s this? | 
| Feel good | 
| Yeah, yeah, like how that feel right there | 
| I gotta let some shit off my chest | 
| Ready? | 
| Aight | 
| Live, in my own flesh | 
| In my own breath, on my home steps | 
| In the Mo' where my home rests | 
| And I hope what I hold gets | 
| In the car for the doe for a pimp and a pimp’s job is to get mo' doe | 
| Like the 17 year old’s on the steps in the ghetto | 
| Where they won’t let you get bored and the moral of the story is death | 
| And the moral of the story got everybody worried and stressed | 
| To the point where my niggas wear vests | 
| Up under they white T with a strap | 
| Up under the car seat with a Tec | 
| So I made this for my niggas that made it onto the next | 
| Level, level, level | 
| Celebrating in the club with the Moet | 
| Bottles to the good life, no more hood life | 
| So if you cashed out, mash out let me see you just… | 
| (Bounce) | 
| To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in | 
| Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just | 
| (Bounce) | 
| In the mornin', in the evenin' | 
| Do it for the fam that be in the streets and | 
| Let me see you just | 
| (Bounce) | 
| And the hits ain’t change | 
| Best artist not on your radio play | 
| Still gettin' blazed, gettin' head from a centerfold | 
| While Radiohead is played on my radio | 
| And it’s so sad | 
| Artist’s soft as a pillow, front tough as a Brillo pad | 
| I got fans that feel the same way | 
| Like 'Ditto Black | 
| Gave up, can’t depend on rap." | 
| But it ain’t just us where the pain struck | 
| Even old school artist’s feel like the game’s fucked | 
| That’s when I clock in as an option when | 
| You need a breath of fresh oxygen | 
| And whoa | 
| I feel it ain’t no balance | 
| Class of my own so I feel that there ain’t no challenge | 
| When I see that there ain’t no talent in most niggas | 
| Not tryin' to boast, just showin' you how most niggas feel | 
| Rap deals, stack mills | 
| Tell me where the rap game went over the past year | 
| Underground fans said «nowhere» | 
| Ask record execs they’re tryin' to find what’s next to blow | 
| Oh | 
| Got doe from the fans | 
| It’s just business, yeah I understand | 
| Tryin' to find a new dance like the Running Man | 
| But when it’s all out | 
| I’d rather see 'em all | 
| (Bounce) | 
| To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in | 
| Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just | 
| (Bounce) | 
| In the mornin', in the evenin' | 
| Do it for the fam that be in the streets and | 
| Let me see you just | 
| (Bounce) |