Verse 1
Young black dude, no cla** just home school
Grew up in the hood where n***as make up they own rules
Looked up to the ones who do whatever they want to
Came round the block in them drops, pullin them stunt moves
I couldn't sell no dope but I had bars
Figured they could get me inside one of them fast cars
Hood dreams of being rap stars, captured on beats off lunch tables in school
Lil smart kid with something to prove
Plus I spit it like a n***a that got nothing to lose
Still feel the same way, don't get it f**ing confused
I'm just better now - bring whoever out - they'll get f**ing abused
I'm a master of my craft boy -
No looking back - them old chapters in the past boy
This the happy ending
Just know the race is over when I start my engine
Jet packs with no set backs, bet that
Chorus (Repeat 2X)
Everyday I wake up, grind to get this cake up
Never cheat the game, play it straight up
This the fundamentals, lessons that we learn on the way up
Now the game easy like a layup, bet that
Verse 2
We don't chase the money; we chase the work
Hard grind, heavy hustle, who gone make it first?
No complaining that just make it worse
Show them haters they can't phase you, that's gone make it hurt
When we on and they not
Wayward Minds, DT told me go long and don't stop
I'm flying down the field like Randy Moss, bout to make a play
Straight Cash on they b**h a**, f** what a hater say
Feel like I got the throne on layaway - wait til I get my money right n***a
These hungry a** bars is what hungry nights get ya
This hard a** flow done made me a mic k**a
Forgive me if I forget to keep it polite with ya
But right now a n***a so focused man
Coming up fast, and we stuck to the plan
Plus these hard times made me a man and you can bet that
Chorus Repeat