For sure, sir, ever since October Livin' out my dreams, they got a lot closer Had to do it for my daughter, but she got older Had to wake the sleepers up, bitch, I got Folgers I'm the realest nigga out, remember I told you Guess I'm Derby City raised, but I'm not local Now they actin' like they can, I do not know them I been prosperin' ever since I dropped don't, nigga, but it don't stop Yeah, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' Keep that hate comin', my nigga, I'ma keep ignorin' God tellin', your flow so prehistoric Got, got killers, smoke, yo, it put me in a coma I'm cashless, my nigga, put me in the corner Versus anybody, really show me my opponent They comin' for my head, now I light my cone And kill them all, send them like Adonis And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit, nigga Do I miss doin' this shit just for fun? Just a little Now I do it for funds, that's facts, fundamentals For a house up on the makers, lawyers, doctors, my neighbors Every day I say my prayers, terminated betrayers Now the man is blessin' me, first a man was testin' me I went through the storm, not knowin' whether it's green on the other side or not That shit would bring out the best in me I'm so true with it, who are you kiddin'? Twelve asked what I do for a livin', told them Google it I'm so rude with it, and the youngest doin' it You don't know what I been through, nigga, this the truth, nigga Oh, my goodness, spittin' flames in the booth, nigga Oh, my goodness, God really came through for me Oh, my goodness, I could give a fuck about you and your motherfuckin' crew That ain't somethin' I would do, no, I wouldn't, you dig? Yeah, I just gotta let this shit ride, man You dig, uh, I feel like Weezel, baby, sometimes, man Yeah, call the three-way and call the four-way Call the five-man, where that shit at? Yes, sir You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit My shorty mama put me out the crib, nigga, I was payin' bills Almost got a third job, she don't know the way it feels But look, look at how a nigga livin' My dream just got a lot more vivid And I'm startin' to see a whole lot more friendlies But I don't want too many, no, I don't want too many, no way City to city, never forget that phone call I got from Timbo and Richie when I was in Philly That's when I knew this shit was a-givin' Then shit really got crazy, got the kicks from Drizzy Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone I remember when it slept on me, memory phone Can't believe Timbo the King just sent me back home But now that boy gettin' on, my nigga, give me the throne, you dig? I know these people, they diggin' me now The cool kids from high school can't sit with me now My baby mama's mama can't say shit to me now What did she do wrong? She better figure it out I done grew into a wise young fella This the true shit, you know, tell her, go on, tell her I tell her the truth, I tell her the truth, I tell her the truth The whole truth, yeah I tell her the truth, I tell her the truth, I tell her the truth The whole truth, baby, baby, yeah