Job

I said if money is the motive then (If money is the motive) The f*ck we doing talking about opponents then? (f*ck we doing talking about Opponents?) Especially when we born to win (Especially if we born to win) It takes a special type of person to do all this winning This ain't the kind of game where you can skip the missions My independence means f*ck asking you for your permission Save your broke opinions In my mind I craft the coldest scriptures My potency with words gon put me in position My shit is truly brilliant Could take a pen and pad and trace my style you still won't get specifics shit is that encrypted Could write the manuscript for game my shit is strictly pimpin' I walk and talk with conviction Cuz shit get wicked where I'm from but I know fames within distance I know my confidence breeds jealousy that envy's a sickness Boy why you feening for that, I thought that papers the mission She got you switching now your regular look goofy My nollie flip on wax is that the grind is just elusive I'm tryna find my balance But still I'm at the point where I'm accepting every challenge My timepieces don't tick but still my time is looking now-ish You fucking cowards Get on ya job tell a hater get on they job You hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way to being a star Get on ya job hater Tell em get on they job You hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way to being a star