I'm just standing watching my labels grow like a seed I sowed/
In the field, now I'm just sitting here waiting for the money from cds I sold/
Gotta get my hot product out 'fore it gets cold, like a farmer, but I'ma foreigner/
From the corridors of the corner, where these young emcees often get seen by the coroner/
They tired of doing borin' work, so they stand on sidewalks near smoky manholes/
These vandals are often involved in scandals, drugs and hoes, and opportunites to get out of it ain't ample/
So I wanna thank God and those who helped me start rapping at a young age with a young face/
Getting produced by Burnz and rapping along side Young Thug and Young Ace/
So one day, I can roll in a Tacomi(Tacoma) listening to my Sony, signing our first femcee Moni/
Only, to fail... no we rap ceremoniously, and I know we the best, soI only suggest, you show me/
Love when I'm owning, you fools in a battle, but on a lighter note Supreme Dreams Entertainment/
Will never be caught in a project as lame as, raps and videos of these same kids/
Who claim they hot but they is lukewarm they is right out the tap,I'll just put a filter on the faucet/
Stick the rhymes out your safe back in the closet, appluade them cuz your proteges is lost causes