I feel the blessing even when
It's all disguised up

Even when the stress try to pile up

Paper in my hand give me wild rush
Reminiscing on wild us and
Rolling the miles up

So I'm never putting the pound up
Let them hate  bitch
I built it from ground up
I hold the fort down  nigga  know what
You could see it in the lives that
My sound touched
I make money  take money  my aim hungry
We got our lane mastered  yeah
We got it locked
Bucketlist complete
I did a song with Bun B
And Juicy J
Who the f**k f**king with me
I think nada
Lame rappers you make me gog up
The part  depart these niggas like
I'm shooting commas
State your business or forever hold your peace
Go ahead with that bullshit
Motherf**ker  I'm sweet
Got damn
Who would've thought it would've been me
Street legend that came up with a pen  G
Sixteen bars to get me out the ghetto
And I always kept it real with the people
I never settle
There's a lot of folks depending on me
To lead them the right way
Instead of listening to
What the radio might play
Some real game for somebody that did it

We be breaking it all the way down
So anybody could get it
And I gotta admit it the road was buffy
Hand-to-hand combats  sometimes I live lovely
You can't win every fight
But you gotta fight though
Just make sure when you on the side of right  bro
You don't go in thinking you making history
But looking back in retrospect it ain't no mystery
Nobody ain't ever did what we did then
And ain't nobody to do it again  nigga
We legendary
Legendary niggas  we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas  nothing you can tell us
Legendary niggas  we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas  all we do is kill it
Whole life we grinding for the dough
And leave behind a legacy  the legend of it too
It's not an urban myth  no  we are the truth
If anybody going do it know we going do
Whole life we grind so hard to stay official
And make them niggas hating back tissue
They shit you till they stomach  f**k them
I ain't never loved them
Peace to my niece
They ain't never pulled no dumb shit
Peace to the youth
The young soldiers in the street
To the money  they reminding me of me
When you get get that  better keep that
Better not let that drop
Cause someone going be right
There then take your spot
We got our lane mastered  yeah
We got it locked
My haters wanna be blasted  man
They better stop
For shit get good
You could see his guts
And It's too late to serve you
They can't get you mopped
You see these gold chains of slavers
Never had that to make payments
Yeah  I came from the basement
But now I vacate in Vegas
I could sell out in your state  nigga
Just to make a statement
Nah  nigga  stay high and bitch
I'm with is high maintance
Homie  play me if you wanna
I got all my goons on
We going catch a body
But you going catch a tombstone
You don't got no hustle
You get cut off like coupons
Been about crutons  bro
That's why the roof gone
We still coming up
That's what my dollar say
Ain't about no guap then stop  homie
We can't conversate
Mobb Deep and Juicy J
Been balling harder than Doctor J
Broke niggas what we can't tolerate
Got that movie money
Model chick came out jacuzzi money

Be that nigga ass
Now you wanna sue me money
Still in this bitch
Waking up at 5:46 in the morning
Money calling  never stalling

Who the f**k is you and
What the f**k do you know
Where the hell did you come from and
Where the f**k you going
Who the f**k is you and
What the f**k do you know
Where the hell did you come from and
Where the f**k you going