Never fold under pressure, yeah I gotta keep rollin
I keep a bible on my dresser, yeah I gotta be focused
They tryna keep up with the jones but they ain't even close
I don't gotta brag or boast, they be doing the most
I could try to break it down but you wouldn't understand
I just leave it in His hand, go according to plan
I'm in that all black benz, never thought I would be
I was down for the count now they clockin on me
Why they hate? Why they fake? We all know that
Why they tryna call me brother when they soul black?
I ain't tryna link up wit you, you should know that
No I ain't tryna link up wit you, you a throwback
Hold it down like a rock, paid the cost
Leave the past in a grave, let it rot
Yeah I been tryna get my mind right, my grind tight
I'm just waiting til the time right, I'm on ice
I been thinking bout it all night, define life
Why they asking if I'm alright? I'm all types
