My brother was cookin the pot on the stove Always wanted to be HOV All I wanted was a Venuzuelan woman and marble floors Nowadays I'm thinkin Carolina Purchase some land by my Grandmomma Zonin to run up the bag and never look back and grind for the damn comma Yall be switchin like too often Fuck with yall thats 2 coffins How the fuck you gon' see my vision when I'm lookin down at yall moon walkin I can see through the false facade You can cut it with the smooth talkin Shootin star yall a movin target To see the light I had to move through darkness In the booth to tell the truth I'm honest Tell the truth I can't prove I'm heartless Nothin new that yall can do to stop this Bring your troops you dumb fools I got this Love the progress Trust the process Count me out you cant I aint died yet Name a rapper that I can't digest SAVIN SHOTS CUZ THEY AINT LEARNED TO DODGE YETTTTTT more