OUTRO

I can feel the excitement like I can sense an indictment

Swear I hope I'm wrong but just in case I'm on my tip

Forever on some fly shit however illogic

Spend a regular nigga monthly income on my outfit

See I was in front of they house with rocks inside of my mouth

When jealous niggas that hate me had they feet up on the couch

And then we made it out

And now we standin' here

Hope niggas don't think this type of shit going to magically appear

And so I got some news for ya

They say life's a bitch and she'll sang the blues to ya

Pay attention to Hussle I got the rules for ya

Made my way through the maze and I left some clues for ya

Now its up to you are you going

Take heat and get paid

And scream all money in until your dying day

Say fuck the middle man get on your grind and save

Or argue more the type that have your mind enslaved

They tellin' me they believe and I got style for days

And when I drop an album they'll be proud to pay

Still out here on this mission and I'm miles away

Somehow I feel like recently I found my way

(yeah)

And ain't no feelings that can rival those

And you can pop a molly you can sniff a pile of coke

You could make a hundred million fuck a thousand hoes

But when its all over all that counts is how the story's told

So write my name down write my aim down

To do this my way and carve my own lane out

Shit changed they say I don't act the same now

But it was either that or blow my fucking brains out

Niggas dissin' me got me tempted to change routes

Pressure building up gotta let this pain out

Gotta think smart gotta map my plays out

Before I kill these niggas broad day and yell my gang out (my gang out)

And I stay in this game and get my change out

Figured how to deal with it and see what fame's 'bout

I got the secret to success do your thang now

Or you can keep watching cable on the same couch

Whatever niggas reap they sowing

Me I'll be out in Vegas smokin'

Stupid view city lights glowing

Wine tasting, filet mignon, and knows who grows it

So many people call only a few chosen

And that's why I go hard cause I do notice

She tells me that I am wrong for not using emotion

Too busy to love a broad and I can't lose focus

But maybe in a different life

Maybe when we make it well meet at the finish line

Maybe this is fate maybe god will send a sign

But more than likely he'll say nigga grind

Yeah, so here I go on my second wind

I'm checking shit off my bucket list and it's getting thin

Writing down shit to buy and places you ain't never been

And what you'll value most is a honest friend

Cars from the bank there's more deposits in

Seven days a week I be at my offices

Keys to the city nigga I'm the hottest even if the OG's don't acknowledge it

Gone...