Made it this Far

On God, I feel like I ain't done this in a minute Don't ask me when I'm done, please, let me fucking finish I'm tucking in my shirt if I'm coming at they necks And I don't need no shovel, want no dirt on my checks sir And I just copped a studio I worked for that Slaving to do what I love, I hurt for that But flexing fake designer kid I smirk for that Know you could do better Why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh why you need that Yeah we all need validation but, but, but you fiend that Like I just blew a rack, so what My homie knows Dax, so what Oh now he talking smack So what you gonna do Run up on my house and you'll catch a point of view Run up on my dogs and you might just catch like two Cause all my dogs are educated Mean we all taught each other how you think we made it This far And if we made it this far What makes you think that we can't make it to the top, yeah Love you momma