True story I said I’d get rich or die trying
I did it,

good luck sucker, tryna stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music
Music my first love
We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first cuz
I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
I got to win, Em’ watchn and Dre watchn and my son watching
fukk that, losing aint an option
I’m sharp I’m on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I’m back on my A-game
I’m focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally
You see a nikka soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nikka eatin' in my hood? nikkas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)
These nikkas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shyt was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")