Yeah
Lately I been on the road
Tryna' reach these f*cking goals
Then they ask me where I been at
(Nigga where you been?)
I Say I could I never fold
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you ain't been tryna' get that
(Tryna' get it)
So I been on the road
Tryna reach these f*cking goals
Then I let em' know that's big facts
(I gotta' let em' know)
Man I got people questioning what my worth is
And when I write these verses
They wondering what's my purpose
To get rich but be still be that nigga to steal some purses
Nah, but no matter what I do I know i'm far from perfect
I know when I was raised I was reimbursed with some curses
'Cause as this time passes I feel like my life has worsened
Must've had the odds against me since my day of birthing
But i'ma show this world i'ma break away from they surface
With that being said, just know i'm tryna' get that bread though
By using that lead, but not putting it through these heads though
But I hope that my emotions spread through y'all thick skulls
Not gang affiliated, but on the track bitch I slit throats
And you should've known that shit all the way from the get go
And I have y'all heads go in circles, like it's a disco
These niggas on the side just be thinking that it's a sick joke
But i'ma keep on pushing until I get to reach this goal
So you should know that
Lately I been on the road
Tryna' reach these f*cking goals
Then they ask me where I been at
(Nigga' where you been)
I Say I could I never fold
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you ain't been tryna' get that
(Tryna' get it)
So I been on the road
Tryna reach these f*cking goals
Then I let em' know that's big facts
(I gotta' let em' know)
Man I got people questioning what my worth is
And when I write these verses
They wondering whats my purpose
To be a little nigga who be in the streets bezerkin'
Same day got his whole mama' praying in church and
Got a Jesus piece that's hanging above her curtains
Knowin' damn well deep Inside I got her hurtin' Tryna' run this town full of clowns, like it's a circus
So I got that red dot on your nose, now where's the merch? It
Seems like there's only two ways to make these stacks on stacks
One is going to the stu' to make these tracks on tracks
Or it's runnin' up in yo' crib with that black on black
But on my Joyner shit, i'm back on track
'Cause I realized what this almighty pen could do for me
And that these thoughts on my paper are worth more than your jewelry
And i'ma use it as a route to get out these foolish streets
And abuse these stupid beats
'Cause there's nothing you could do for me
So I gotta' tell em'
Lately I been on the road
Tryna' reach these f*cking goals
Then they ask me where I been at
(Nigga' where you been)
I Say I could I never fold
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you ain't been tryna' get that
(Tryna' get it)
So I been on the road
Tryna reach these f*cking goals
Then I let em' know that's big facts
(I gotta' let em' know)