Yeah, yeah
Started with a scheme but I gone legit
Made rap a career, most of y'all just spit
The pressure, been little bro all my life
Now the big homies, they notice it
Always thought I was the man, now I know this shit
Temp low, I ain't even at my coldest yet
Rent low, I'ma hold this check
Told the boy Dagwoods get the ab show set
Back in this bitch like I knew I'd be
Dodgin' all headshots, no new I.D
Rep M.I., they thought I was M.I.A
Grown men hate to hang on whatever I say
I must be shittin' on whatever they envisionin'
Bust down doors and I bring it back to Michigan
Roo, dogs in the whip with me
That's a dream made real, can't nobody say shit to me
