I don't care what society thinks. They're nothing anyway. They're no better than me. Out there, you just have to fit into a pattern that somebody's already laid out for you. The life we live, you have to set your own patterns, your own ideals. You have to handle the whole job yourself. Yeah. No snow ties, the rain slips slide like Trick Daddy and Trina. Ollie North pullin' like 10 million a season. Queen Street visions that nobody believed in. If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin'. 52 consecutive weekends, shout out the weekend. The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin', not when everybody out here beefin'. We got it now, we just gotta keep it. America's most wanted, man, I'm still on the run. All these number ones, and we still not the ones. No hard feelings, but I still get your spun. Winning got diplomas, and we still going dumb. Please never label niggas who lay down for a living. It's beyond offensive, I'm in it for the glory, not the honor mention. Not trying to be four for inches, I'm trying to go the distance. Yeah, distance. I'm on a different mission. This the remix to Ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen. How you forget to fill up with gas on the road to riches? Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it. Too late for condolences when it's over with. I need to start saying *** when I notice it. Be open with people I need some closure with. Be honest with myself and take ownership. Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn. I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first. Exciting times, revitalized. Trust this little light of mine, it's gonna shine positively. I'm mistaken, what God'll give me? Grateful like Jerry, Bob, and Mickey. Better attitude, we'll see where it gets me. I know catching flies with honey is still sticky. I wrote the book on world-class finesses and tasteful gestures. And making efforts, and never placing second. Or even better, knowing at first but then taking second. Inspiring and never taking credit. I know I deserve more, I just never said it. Two middle fingers as I make a exit. Did I lose you? Did I? Did I? Did I lose you? Did I? Did I? Did I lose you? Did I? Winning is problematic. People like you more when you're working towards something, not when you have it. Way less support from my peers in recent years as I get established. Unforgiving times, but *** it, I manage. Why is my struggle different than others? Only child that's taking care of his mother as health worsens and bills double. That's not respectable. All of a sudden, I don't get a pat on the back for the come up. What do you see when you see me? When did all the things I mean from the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning? Maybe I shared with too many people back then and used to just feel like our secret. Back when I was writing, I'd think about how they'd receive it. I'd be trying to manifest the things I needed. And look now, I mean it's hard to believe it even for me. But you're mindful of it all when you're mindful of it all. How they go from not wanting me at all to wanting to see me lose it all. Things get dark, but my aura just starts glowing. I'm overcome with emotions. Ones I can't access when I'm stone sober. Jealous ones still envying niggas turn King Cobra. I could only speak what I know of. Man, we wrote the book on calculated thinking and icy Heineken drinking. And rival neighborhoods linking and putting your trust in someone with the risk of financially sinking. All you did was write the book on garbage ass rollies. Ego stroking, picture posting. Claiming that you do it for motivational purposes only, but you just had to show me. See I know cause I study you closely. I know when someone lying. I notice people standing for nothing or getting tired. I know what we're both thinking even when you're quiet. Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn't lose you. Did I? Did I? Did I lose you? Did I? Did I? Did I lose you? Did I lose you?
