They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on. These days feel like I'm squeezing in 'em. Who ever wore 'em before just wasn't thinking big enough, I'm about to leave 'em with 'em
I'm not a gangster, I don't have no desire to be hard.
Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your success.
He aint in your world you can take em off your atlas
I do it for the love. Bunk bed flow, always one level above.
I don't ever be trippin off of what ain't mine.