Yeah
Y’all know it had to happen
Bringing you that old school vibe
Uh, Check it

Y’all know it had to happen
Back to my roots, yeah I’m snapping
I’m rat trapping
Flowing on these beats like rapids
White water rafting over these old school tracks and
I’m feeling flyer than the fucking son of Aladdin
Searching for my Jasmine
Like “What’s up lil momma”
Why don’t you come on over here and we can skip the drama
If you wanna
Shawty be hotter than a fucking sauna
But I’ll kick her to the curb if only want the commas
Cuz

I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner

I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now
(Why?)
I’ve been patient, more than complacent
Been grinding since day one in my parents basement

I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it”
Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now

Ain’t give a fuck about designer clothes
Cuz the legends ain’t remembered for Versace and hoes
But I suppose everybody’s got their own life goals
The difference is mine ain’t motivated by payrolls
Money just fades though
But nobody would say so
Meanwhile Imma grind so my rhymes stay swole
Ha
Money’s nothing to be remembered by
When I die Imma lie in peace knowing music survives

Yeah, yeah, homie that’s how I’m living
I ain’t feel the mileage yet but you know I’m driven
Like it’s automatic but I’ll set the standard for these children
Cuz nowadays there’s like 50 wanna-be’s inside every building
Lil’ this, Lil’ that, Lil’ talent, sounding whack
All flowing shaky like it’s Lil’ Seizure on the track
Fuck that, bring it back to the times of real rap
Imma do it right and put my city on the map cuz

I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner

I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now
(Why?)
I’ve been patient, more than complacent
Been grinding since day one in my parents basement

I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it”
Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now

Yeah, break it down
Break it down, break it down now

Uh
I’m feeling this vibe
And I’m wondering why
We’re sacrificing our art to make a couple more dimes
And lately it just feel like I’m the only one that’s trying
To make it in the game simply for his love of rhymes
For his love of hip hop and not for the wrist watch rolly
And not the piss pot phoney motherfuckers tryna do me wrong
For real, those are the issues that inspired this song
If Imma make it in this game Imma do it my own way

Fuck what they all say
Lately I’m searching for paradise like Coldplay
Living life in my dreams, I hit up them gold gates
But dreaming just ain’t enough so I’m chasing them closely
Followed them mostly but now I want them all
The lights the shows and well earned plaques up on the wall
Heard music’s asking for me so I’m returning it’s call
And if I fall, I’m the only one who’ll be at fault

Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills

I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner