LYRIC
I'm a mack, I incorporate that to stack mo' bucks
All Money In, no money out to stack mo' up
Game back, sewed up, off of rap I'ma blow up
Picture me rollin', Maybachs or in a Rover
In the back smokin' Backwoods contactin' my chauffeur
Contact that nigga Hova
I don't want a contract, just wanna press play on 'em
I was sittin' in a cell like, "One day I'll be a owner"
We gon' start it from the trunk and we gon' get up off this corner
Fuck believin' luck, I grabbed a mic and went on one
Let's all get right, I got the flight, nigga, roll up [
[Refrain]: J. Stone] Marathon og, that's my smoke habit
Tiny Loc Supreme, that's my Loc status
Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status
Killin' these rappers off, I'm pretty dope at it [Chorus: Bino Rideaux] I'm on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up
Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up
Never turnt down, I'ma always keep straight up
Can't forget the hood and the niggas it done made up
I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up
And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us
And I ain't never fold for them niggas, they never fade us
And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own [Verse 2: J. Stone] I got a whole different strategy
I serve a nigga if he ever try to battle me
I write my own checks, y'all niggas on a salary
I write my own raps, ghostwritin', that's wack to me
Twenty-five, a life, no brakes ain't no match for me
I'm all gas 'til somebody light a match for me
That's that fire, nigga
I don't get tired, nigga
No, I won't retire, nigga, get used to me
Got me feelin' like the man now
But before I came up, I had to stand down
Last year you was a hater, you a fan now
The day I manned up it was man down, hands down
No handouts was the man route
No overnight success, my nigga, this shit was planned out
From sittin' in a cell, wanted level four
I been on another level, bro [Chorus: Bino Rideaux] I'm on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up
Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up
Never turnt down, I'ma always keep straight up
Can't forget the hood and the niggas it done made up
I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up
And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us
And I ain't never fold for them niggas, they never fade us
And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own [Verse 3: J. Stone] I'm on a whole 'nother level
Just bought another Rollie, 'bout to ice out the bezel
This is God's plan, had to wipe out some devils
Fuck one million, man, I'm tryna have several
All gas, no brakes, full-throttle on the pedal
I been runnin' laps like I'm tryna win a medal
I could take it back on the block sellin' pebbles
Name shoulda been Flintstone, ran base, no treble
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a whole 'nother level, on a whole 'nother level
I always want more, I never settle
And fuck the middleman and them labels that's embezzlin' [
[Refrain]: J. Stone] Marathon og, that's my smoke habit
Tiny Loc Supreme, I'm on Loc status
Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status
Killin' these rappers off, I'm pretty dope at it
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