Goosebumps (Remix)

(Intro:)
This what they've been waiting for, huh?
Haha, aiight bet, yah
What up La Flame
Kung Fu Kenny
Yah

(Verse:)
Party hard the time is ours
Money showers, going off like Austin Powers
Count your blessings cuz it costs to be the boss
It's beauty in the struggle–concrete full of flowers
I remember doubters doubted
Haters hated, they ain't wonna see me win
But I thank God I made it
Now I'm on to bigger better things
The world is mine for the taking
Ayye, so y'all can miss me with the chitter chatter, cuz I ain't bout it
Man I'm tired of people coming round my way just to plot, and try and see how they can profit
But that's what I get for tryna be nice
That's why the squad gotta stay tight
Started with a dream, now we going local
Now the next move is going worldwide
Tell 'em where you from yeah 713, but I rep the 505
Whipping in the spaceship flying high
Scarce competition ain't no need to try
They ain't never listened when I told 'em I would get it
So i went and showed 'em how to get it
Now I'm slowly breaking out the box
The way I'm looking you would think I'm at my pinnacle
But nah, I still got a ways to go
Gotta gas them up like Texaco
Just sit down, be humble
Cuz the pride comes before the fall
Gotta stand tall, they can't knock the hustle
Running for the mark, I can't afford to fumble
Always watch the company you keep around
Cuz the wrong crowd will get you into trouble
Lately I've been feeling like it's time to raise the stakes
The real survive, eliminate the fakes
Real recognize real but you can't relate
Man it's sad to say, like Trigga-Trey, can't help but wait
'Till it's time to shine, till then I'm still on the grind
So many folks I had to leave behind
They wonna hate I tell 'em fall in line boy
Can't lie man the future's bright
On the way to blowing up like dynamites
Tryna shoot the steel, that's Iron Mike
Cuz they don't wonna see me soar like flying kites
But, I can't do no wrong
Every time, it's the same old song
So get that fakery from around me (brr brrr brrrr)
Now they calling asking for a handout
Man class in session, put ya hand down
They was talking down for years
Even the ones I call peers
Man I swear it's a shame now
Cuz I had to give the haters cold shoulders like Alaska
If you not tryna prosper then I'm not tryna get at ya
Cuz that money come and go, and your friends turn to your enemies
But me I'd rather keep the pace pushing like a centipede
Too many snakes in the grass creepin'
I see the hate they know it's my season
Cut 'em loose, nah I don't need 'em
I'm just getting started, pre-season
Too much sauce I'm gone off the deep end
Feeling blessed I can't stop sneezing
Put in work while y'all stay sleeping
God opening doors up He got the keys in
Wooo!