I wake to the smell of bacon
Dreams of the money makin
They catchin on to my drift like orlando in the replacements
Yeah, no phantom on 28s but i plan to be on the stage
With the greats cause i know my fate
Is determined by faith
I see your face nothing like the self portrait you paint
Spitting the color thats on the helmet of a saint
Born from a golden goose egg
When the alblum drops im going platinum even if they bootleg
Standing on the roofs edge i pan across the skyline
I don't color inside lines
I don't follow guidelines
I operate on god signs inner GPS
Its slightly to the left
Of the center of my chest
Yeah the beat palpitating
When im calculating money so
You can say when im spitting i salivate for money yo
Had to add a splash of cash to get attention
Materials we dependent i transcend it
We all know you ball in the mall
I got a few dollars on me
Look i ain't mit romeny the homney grits in the bowl
I spit from the soul and the kids still enrolled
Third of my credits and im about to get it you know
Shootin sh** with the sigmas and some S G Rhos
Ask these n***as in the cuse who the best we know
What the answer is thats my D? mother f**er
If you ain't a fan of this
You relvant as vladamir radmanovic role player if anything
Position left bench they wonder how you n***as got any rings
Yeah i call em ed monix im the rap form KD
When he played for the sonics
Just a younging on the incline its like i got 10 minds
Just a matter of time before this n***as in shine
Its the spotlight you know we keep it hot right
Coming off the top right quick you know i spit
Anyway that you want you know i flaunt anyway they taunt
You know im off mother f**in top n***a
Ain't nobody gonna f**in top this