The Only Part (Short Cut)

[Verse 1: Chris Truent]
Train of thought never run out’ve steam, yeah
Nothing's for free, fuck do you mean?
I'm just tryna do it B.I.G., grew up reading magazines
If I ever get the cover then it's all a dream
Complex lifestyle, Life's an Everyday Struggle
Half of it’s in your head, when most of these people love you, yeah
Ayy, blowin’ therapeutic, countin' money up, yeah
Blessings all around ya, Gotta notice 'em
19 when we seen that eviction notice up
Been through the worst, kept my spirits up
I'm livin' scenes, where's the camera cuts?
I'm 21, I haven't done enough
The hunger for more, not the allure
I wanna touch the people, hop on a tour
Make money off the vision, lay up in a crib with a studio and a basketball court
This the typa shit they never get, yeah
This the typa shit that only Vinny whip
Cheffin' in the stu, cheffin' in the kitchen
Like we do the dish, Watch me plate the shit
Fuck the money yeah I'm rich in spirit
Plus I'm after the wealth, tryna get near it with lyrics
I’m just asking for help
When you look into the mirror what’re all the questions that you ask yourself?
Reflect on that while we pass the wealth
Tell the champs that I'm coming for the belt, yeah
Tell the champs I’m coming for the belt, yeah