Great

(Hi, I'm Tommi and I'm your friend till' the end, howdy ho, hahaha)

Every day I'm improving, gotta thank the lord
Get rich or stay broke, boy that choice is yours
Every day that I'm grinding, gotta do more
The ones who depend on me, who I do it for

This a marathon, not a fucking race
They gone hate on me, just because they know I'm great
When I get a million dollars, put it in a safe
The day I don't make no pape, would be my worst day

Besides selling drugs, all I ever knew was rap
I don't like spending money, I just love to stack
Even if I spend my money, I'ma make it back
You ain't did shit all day, but you wanna nap

That shit ass backwards
You be lying in your raps, boy you a capper
How I preach real shit, I should be a pastor
I don't want your bitch, she want me to stab her

Do you know how it feel to have one option?
Do you know how it feel to have people watching?
I just wanna get the money, fuck being popping
If we being real, that's the reason I ain't stopping

I can be fucked up, but never broke
This the realest shit that I never even wrote
I was going through shit, couldn't even cope
Had to change how I think when I ain't had no hope

I'm a young king, never been a peasant
It ain't Christmas Eve, how I had the presents
Back and forth through the cities, I was only seven
How I played the part in this shit, I need some credits

Big shout-out to myself, I live what I rap
Don't need a cosign, just to show I'm stamped
Life amazing, it's like going on and off a ramp
Think it's sweet, then you getting took right off the map



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Drummond
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