They told me that i wasnt good and i would never make it
Is it cause i was down and had nobody to fake it
Or is it cause i was raised and born in the Vegas?
Comin wit bullets cause they was pulling up with kadas
How you my brutha and you talking just like you a hater?
Aint no debating cause im sick of everybody flakin
Hoping that i wont succeed cause nobody believed in me
People they just chasin dreams but look at what god created
Homies switched up every year like the Gas price
But they coming back cause they see me with with that bag right?
Now they wanna act right?
Pull up In that Jag right? headed to that plane terminal to my cash flight
You aint gotta ask, If you was real then you on to
Dont ever trip you know i get it poppin like a blown fuse
Mix and match im cooking up the heat like soul food
They say you gotta show the real but aint nobody showed you
Watchu know about pushin crunches to yo class hitta?
Or writing 30 sum bars to the mass hitta
Momma stressin cause, she aint have enough cash hitta
Granny past away, and then my whole family clashed hitta
Aint nobody recognizing in the way im living
Keeping my distance cause everybody real was missing
And I can do it on my own don't need yo assistance
And all this flash in my eyes messin up my vision
