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(Laughter) Ahhh Thirty thousand feet up in the air Kicking my feet up Raise up the wine glass Toast to success Ha! (Yeah) Finally achieving my dreams I be on everyone streams 38000 Kareem Workaholic I'm a fein I've made it so far that these rappers be reaching extents that I've never seen I've made it so far when I spit on the mic they listen then play on repeat I've made it so far that's it's me and your broad ain't nobody in between I've made it so far that I look at these rappers and huh? they soundin' like me Slowly rising to the top Because of the things that I jot Tryna be something I am And not be something I'm not Yeah Ahhh shit I was just playing man I be in my thoughts sometimes I ain't there yet Matter fact I love thots (Laughter) I ain't made to the top yet but I'm at the top of her block list I ain't made it to the top yet still living at my pop's crib I ain't made it to the top yet I'm not in Ibiza with some hot chicks I'm tryna profit Off this rap shit No cappin' I write facts bitch I might gas bitch I won't snap bitch I'll be passive with the mac bitch I don't own a gun but I'll blast shit Don't ever run but I'll stab shit Everyday I think to myself will I ever make it that far When I die I wanna make sure these kids listen to my bars And every time I go write a rhyme I be on that shit I won't ever die 'Cause I'm family man and I gotta provide I'm safe so mama don't cry (Don't) Your son will make it and he will not fake it I'm tellin' the truth ain't no lie Your son will make it and he will not fake it I'm tellin' the truth ain't no lie (Yuh Yuh Yuh) I write a hit in my sleep (Sleep) And yeah my pocket's are deep Slide on your block I'm a creep My nose be runnin' I sneeze (Achoo!) I be sick on these beats She be sick in my sheets Come from the gutter And I do not stutter I say what I say don't you see? How can you call me a friend to my face when I turn 'round you my enemy (What?) This is blasphemy You won't last for me Put it on blast for me For the whole world to see