Excel

Growing up I was a product of the hard times
Had to grow up kinda quick I was a fast child
We gone put that shit together make a gold mine
Couple niggas they fell down by the waistline
And I still go independent I am not signed
Ain't it funny they was hating on me the whole while
They was tryna tie my hands I had to break out
They mistake me for a lame I'm not a scarecrow
I spent plenty nights of trappin in Monteros
Told my nephew you a king don't hold ya head low
And Tony T gone mix da meds I caught a strep throat
Been in my bag they was plottin on me the whole time
Can't go out sad Ima have to go and take mine
Remember old school trappin off a land line
I'm on these pro tools telling you my whole life
Now they respect me know I'm lit up like a campfire
I made some cash but you ain't know that's a low profile
Momma protect me from them Demons I was chastised
I let yo bitch eat up the semen like a damn pie
This for my dogs that done always stayed down
Send yo location Ima pull up on ya now
We graduated from them baggies to them pounds
Don't second guess it cause yo timing is now

This one for my dogs staying down on the low
They gone pull you down like you tied to a rope
Real street nigga make his money on go
Do the speed limit watching out for po po
They gone count you out every time can't you tell
You gone prove em wrong every time you Excel
Look how far we came we done went way up
We got love for the game we done went way up (yeah)

Look how far we came from pain
We slanged them thangs
We changed the game
When under pressure some niggas they start to change
No we not mutual I'm different we not the same
I feel like Prince my guitar and this purple rain
If this guitar was my life then I'm pulling strings
Try to take my credit but boy I don't owe a thing
I come from the bottom where the grass dirt
As I speak these bars I'm letting go the hurt
I been too committed to my whole worth
I recite my lyrics can you concur
I took over mental and I conquered
This one for my niggas that wasn't sheltered
This one for my niggas that done beat odds
This one for my niggas on them green dots
You showed your real colors you a peacock
You came up out the jungle you a King now

This one for my dogs staying down on the low
They gone pull you down like you tied to a rope
Real street nigga make his money on go
Do the speed limit watching out for po po
They gone count you out every time can't you tell
You gone prove em wrong every time you Excel
Look how far we came we done went way up
We got love for the game we done went way up (yeah)