Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin' bout nothin'! See me in the street and they aint talkin' bout nothin'! I could take nothing go and turn it into something No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something Look at my bricks Look it at flip Look what I built Writing my script Look how they never was writing my wins Now they all riding my dick I'm wavy huh You in the pool on my ship, gotta Uber to it Now I just manage a HUMAN and shit Soon as I'm done you can google the shit I do not plan on me losing a bit Money on me you aint losing a bid Had to believe it to do what I did One day I'll prolly be touring wit JID Stamp it Everything I said happened Plot it out and then map it My drive was low I got active Now I floor it moving through traffic 10 down in my New Balance And you fools live to do capping So I moved to a new planet And I sound like your view when you look through new glasses In audio form When I record Niggas get probably annoyed Cant nobody body the boy Press of a button and flows flow Now I just wait for the kettle to boil Never was in it for medals and coins I take my time and turn metal to gold Shawty pull up like the Helen of Troy You aint on shit so they settle for toys Something from nothing I guess it's a choice Making some noise Look at the boy Rappers on a beat but they aint talkin bout nothin! See me in the street and they aint talkin bout nothin! I could take nothing go and turn it into something No one gave me nothing but I turned it into something The plan is written None of these rappers batting with em Battle wit em, what's the matter with em? Young, fly ass Sudani nigga with the whole state Fucking with the sound they pull up and support like a probate Nigga like All State The game in good hands with the boy And I kill every beat that I have its a cold case Don't play Hoe I'm the rap game OJ I ain't hard for you to locate Niggas follow just to note take Rappers signed and getting no play Better follow what the form say, nigga You the label dope man, nigga Better move that dope k, nigga? Cause they'll recruit ya, front your future for the low Show you plaques that could yours Give you stacks and tell you go Flip this hundred for us nigga, we need to feed the CEO Break you off the crumbs that fall and let you sweep em off the floor Break you off a lil percentage, while they reaping what you sow Make you think you earned that money but you really lose control All them lights and all that fame'll have you lose your fuckin soul Would you rather rent a home or stack them bricks and build your own nigga Hold up Nigga fuck the propaganda Mental bring me down and it get hard to understand When my family ask for plans I'd rather tell em something random Shoutout to my pops he really held a nigga down But the only fear to ever cross my mind is let him down though Wish he saw the fans that be fuckin wit my style, Smiling faces in the crowd, with the flashes on they cameras Question everything like I don't fucking got the answer already My brother died last year I cant help but think he might still be here if I answered Feel like I was dreaming when I seen him in that casket Before he left he told me keep believing in your passion And I will Word to brodie I will Turn this dust to gold and blow I'm running through a mine field I will Learn to reach my goal, I gotta give it room to grow I'm planting all the seeds, my roots is giving me the hope