'Cause even then I was infatuated with just sitting at the top And I don't owe nobody in the world no favors I started from the basement, made it to the skyscrapers I'm a successful nigga, I got shit going on I'm a successful Don, I got shit going on I

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

Wishing all the OGs could see me now, now yeah Oh ya ya yeah Oh ya ya ya ya ya ya ya yeah That's when I realized this shit was bigger than me Bigger than me When the whole town on their feet And they all just waiting on you to speak That's when you

I know, I know Say you flexin' that's a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah yeah Say you flexin' that's a big lie, say you got the shit you don't got Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah Say

Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

You better not get it twisted, nigga For real, no doubt, no doubt (no doubt!) Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up Respect my name when it leave your mouth You better not get it For real, no doubt, no doubt I see myself as Bruce Banner Some

Big cheese pilin' (big cheese pilin') You speed dialin', you talk shit, but I keep smilin' (but I keep smilin') That's your chick, but not my chick, 'cause she got mileage (she got mileage) That's your head, but not my head, 'cause I drop knowledge (I