[Verse 1: TwonDon]

Yeah... Hear the potential in my mental, when I'm using this pencil/
These dreams we follow grew far from hollow just look what we been through/
Your hometown won't commend you, niggas talk shit to offend you/
But I'm thorough in every borough yo what chu tryna get into?/
Grind with the meanest team and the goal is green/
They gotta respect it - doing in fine in time we living our dreams/
I'm counting the seconds, tick-tock/
I see the sand drop, won't give us no shot/
Either they threatened they see us stepping our way to the top/
We climbing - and with this rhyming we avoiding them sirens/
I turned my struggle into a hustle now the rest is with timing/
I'm being patient/ Uh
Better say sorry for that late shit/
Cause niggas is starvin' going through problems dying to escape it/
You playing on every record, give a fuck what you saying/
Momma stressin' she need a blessing & I'm tired of praying/
Do that shit night and dayin'- look to the sky when I'm laying/
On verses I'm penetrating - vivid vision I'm painting/
I sit back, and think what life would be if niggas ain't rap/
I know these bitches will prolly diss us from the shit that we lack/
They still gon fuck us, no they don't love us - so I don't call em back/
It's UpperClass until my casket carried on six niggas back/
& those my scholars, every thought I ponder be bout them dollars/
We need them commas cause spending with limits ain't my persona/
You hear me? Laid out the blueprint and I followed it clearly/
Now these niggas is turning bitches quicker then Tyler Perry/
Like na uh - do it for momma, Shout out to papa/
Who kept my pockets with decent profits when having nada/
I keep it moving, UC the movement now who gon stop us/
I'm so suburban, til reapers calling I keep it Golden - haha/

[Unknown Jay-Z Sample]