[Hook: Malik]
I've been waiting for this moment
Where everybody growin'
Trynna do their own thing
Yea now everybody glowin'
[Verse 1: Malik]
Yea Yea, I like this one lets get it!
This fight not trying to win yea I'm aiming to k**
Stressin' over all these cla**es like I'm late on the bills
You rappers small, McDonalds dollar menu
Next time you see me yea I bet you I'll be signing a deal
Trying hard so I can take care of fam
Doing things most people can't say they can
In the garage but we not making a band
Just makin' music wanna dance like a Jamaican man
Spittin' bars
Gettin' far
Livin' large
Buyin' cars
With the stars seeing everyone grow
Doin' more
Settle scores
Trynna soar
Leave Baltimore and see the rest of the world
I can do it , yea I know I can
As long I got support from all of fans
And my girl, I wanna see her shine
And my bro you know he on the grind
[Hook]
[Verse 2: True Greg]
Yo, got a taste of fame man it's real sweet
(Put some respect on my name) when I k** beats
You feel me
Man this real b
Everytime when I'm on the mic man I feel free
Uh, been grindin' each day
So the rhymes we say won't be cliche
One of these days
Gonna have this on replay
We on hall of fame y'all on easy
Feelin' like Muhammad Ali
I tell you what I wanna be
Instead of supportin' the boy you pointing out every little thing
That's wrong with True Greg
Wrong with Malik
Wrong with the beats
Now you sponsorin' me
Honorin' these
Bars that I speak
Nah b get away from me because I've
[Hook] (2x)