[Chorus]
Tell all my niggas, trying to make it out one day
Spending all night, praying that it take you some place
Putting money on a bitch
Trying to get it, no lie
We all want it all
Get rich or, die trying
It all depends on you
[Bridge]x2
Compared to all these niggas out right now
We the motherfucking greatest, we the motherfucking greatest
We the motherfucking greatest, we the motherfucking greatest
[Verse 1: Cruz]
Kill em with a real ill flow, real ill flow
From the motherfucking Naptown, yo
Lil' white kid, but his rhymes is, so vicious
On a mission, to raise up all of my digits
Only Fifteen, but a mic fiend
I'm lightening, when I spit a four bar
Eight, twelve, or maybe even a sixteen
I hope y'all are listening
I'mma give the game what it's been missing
Stopping? I'm not
Clocking these thots
Got one shot, to make it to the top
So I stay dope, like the coke
That be trafficking into the inner cities
And kiddies be slanging for some dough, woah
Got real for a second, right?
A'ight, let's strive for a better life
Maybe I can make it and put my whole city on the map
For the nap, cause you know nobody gets to live life twice
[Verse 2: Auto]
Step in with the killer flow
Me and my nigga Cruz, we the mic killers though
Uh, nigga stop it, we the main topic
Killin and rippin the web, really hope you feel it though
On the same block, where them niggas dealing coke
6'2", hoop dream, wasn't hitting though
Momma struggle with the bills, we just trying to get a meal
Same time niggas getting smoked, getting smoked, getting smoked
My niggas getting blown, but I was getting to the music
Writing all my stresses away, 808's and snares so theraputic
Looking in the mirror like homie you can do this
Lil' black kid, spitting hood nonsense
Just trying to get a profit, made my momma a promise
Now I'm out with the team, just trying to chase my dreams
Yeah
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Auto]
Lil' homie straight from the Naptown, but a nigga don't sleep
Nah a nigga don't sleep, from the same streets
Most niggas don't eat, most niggas don't eat
But I'm out here with my team, and you know we grind hard
Never coming at me trying to catch me off gaurd
(Don't!)
Bad bitches, yeah I hit 'em out the park
Struggle on my mind, dreaming 'bout a black card
Dreaming 'bout tours, dreaming 'bout shows
Get up out the hood, trying to get up on the road
Venue full of fans, Tony with the band
Cruz with the team, Josh with the whole thing
That's why I'm grinding on y'all motherfuckers
Whole family pockets gon' flip
All them bill collectors on the phone
I'm about to make my momma rich, yeah
[Verse 4: Cruz]
I feel like, I wanna go away
Same shit every single day
I wake up, bake up, get to working
I'm still uncertain my purpose
And I don't know if I'm worth it
But I go so, hard, they gotta notice some time
Some rhyme, got to get them to feel the whole vibe
Fuck time, I'mma live forever
I'mma grind until the family in the better weather
Cause it's so cold
I hope you know I'm still flowing for you
To the homies that's doing wrong, you know I'm praying for you
Now who I'm praying to is different, depending on who you ask
Just know the energy's sacred, and they knew it in the past
Damn, are you proud of me? Person I plan to be?
I know you wish I would just get out my insanity
You hear it in my songs, see it in my face
I'm different now, yeah I changed
Is it for the better?
