I'd like to thank my moms
I'd like to thank my god as I
Stand at this podium in my mind
Hold the applause, it's my mental award
Individuality is a must to be second to none
Equal is a plus if you could be here with me
If nothing, we can discuss but me winning
Cause I been MVP of this league
Of my dreams from the beginning, let's go
My life is marvelous
My mental overhead is high
If you die then you double-crossed me
You lost you a part of it
I lost my favorite art to the same as my sign
They told me to hang in there
So I've been sittin' inside of this frame
In the hall of fame in my mind
And it's only me and pain in there
I just move the pawn
I read the Bible, never knew the Psalms
You countin' moolah with your thumb
Understand if money's the root of evil is the rule of thumb
That Patrón came and won, look what you've become
I just move the bishop
He who recognizes his own problems
Is he who finally truly gets it
The wise words motivating its own recession
Get you a shovel
Dig your way to hell and buy back what you sold to Satan, shit
I'm somebody somebody would prolly switch places with
Everybody dreams, not everybody gets to chase the shit
After a couple million records in
I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
So I'm good
I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
So I'm good
Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
Babies who think that I'm great
Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
And to me, that's what making it means, yo
Haters can rest in peace
Fuck this record business and they label discrepancies
Fuck all this shit out here that could be the death of me
Fuck these award shows, I made my own acceptance speech
I'd like to nominate myself
For not letting this business drag me away from my family
Grammys, parties, man these, memories is heavy
Today's artists they different, they into shit like
Xannies, mani-pedis
No disrespect to the younger rappers
I don't want y'all to misinterpret nothing, it's cool
I don't want y'all to think I actually take time out of my day
To think about or give a fuck what you do
Man, I don't give a fuck what you do
I'm too busy staying away from them temptations and things
Plus I just bought a place and it's clean
My son is in the basement hitting on one of them drum machines
And I'ma help him make it, see that's what making it
Means
After a couple million records in
I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
So I'm good
I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
So I'm good
Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
Babies who think that I'm great
Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
And to me, that's what making it means
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