Rafters

I'm in lions den with a pen and a pad Yeah, I'm in my prime but I ain't running it back It's the perfect time but I'm pushing it back Got my foot on the gas but I'm running the track I feel it in my soul, I'm as good as gold Got it in the pot, watch me unfold I'll be doing this till I'm grown old Name raised in the rafters like Shaq and Kob Been doing this before you was doing rap You was up to nothing so you was doing bad Moving packs on the celly, before the tracks Now throw your hands in the air and just relax Windows open slightly, not afraid to let it blast Looking for the future, is better than the past People trying to tell you it ain't about the cash It's about how you act when you get the sack The stash had a couple rats eating at my stacks No more squeals, had to put them under wraps How you gon' tell me you got the stu off the trap No one held my hand, thanks to God No attacks, only me I'm trying to surpass Better act fast, life a game of quarters and I still got that last half, tough times don't last But real people do, always been an outcast But I'll still have the last laugh, yeah I'm in the lions den, with a pen and a pad Yeah, I'm in my prime but I ain't running it back It took perfect timing but I'm pushing it back Got my foot on the gas but I'm running the track I feel it in my soul, I'm as good as gold I got it in the pot, watch me unfold I'll be doing this till I'm growing old Name raised in the rafters like Shaq and Kob