People

Smell the good wood rolling through the hood
Got the pistol hidden tuck Mama said I should (Yah)
Read the Bible or something get on the right track (But what)
But I'm stressing too much I wanna write raps (Hell yea)
I see my n*ggas 9-5s they not getting by (F*ck nah)
Can't pay for weed so they had to set it to the side
I'm like, "Damn what's a n*gga left to do out here" (What)
I wanna get behind the mic and hear the millions cheer (Yea)
Every year since '13 been my illest year
I make these trap wannabes look like Build-a-Bears
Late nights watching interviews and old samples
Playing in my head writing sh*t like dirty pampers
Know some n*ggas selling dope but they buy from me (Damn)
Told my mom I'll read later cause I ride with G's
Colder than an artic boulder on a polar bear shoulder (Chip off the block)
When will this struggle sh*t be over

DK, yea yea (Yea, uh)
We on the Goldline (Yea, uh, yea, yea)
Stuck in the Goldmine (Yea, yea, aye)
And you know these h*es mine (We back, aye, aye)
Get these n*ggas, Rock(E), we in the pit h*e

Now tell me what do you do when you ain't got a clue
When close ties come loose, so much you no longer refute (Yea)
And look, I know I got the knowledge to boost
But self worth used to be my worst nightmare
Sitting there like another life ain't fair
But once I reach my peak, bet I be as high as M.J.
Bet I leave you mad as Steph after the Finals and d*ck riding bet you cop my platinum records and vinyl
Mama screaming, "If you a know-it-all then where the f*ck your degree"
I was screaming like, "Paying back debts just ain't me"
And like K. Dot I let these h*es know this d*ck ain't free
You know every script was me
Peace making so deliberate I'm Harriet my brothers through the railroad of peace
And I'm going full office eight years not impeached now everybody gather 'round as I sit here and speak
(Now as I speak to let you all know that we are free)

And we back, and we back, run that back, that's a track, that's a track, n*gga
Rock(E) out this h*e