[Intro: Eric Thomas]
"Im here to tell you, number one, that most of you say you want to be successful but you don't want it bad. You just kinda want it. You don't want it badder than you want to party; you don't want it as much as you want to be cool."
[Verse 1]
Silly hoes
Tryna fit inside my Cheerios
My circle needs a Mil
A couple deals
And some fucking shows
Cop a tour bus
Hide a coupe O's
Sell it for the double
Man, there's always room for profit in the budget
If they hatin' than that really means they love it
And I always rise above it
And I'm making nothin' of it
If I'm making nothin' off it
Fuck the public
Fuckin' boss bitches in their offices
Tryna pop off all her buttons
Make enough to eat some crawfish
Headed out to London
Fucking gorgeous
Me and baby stuntin'
This is nothin'
Four courses so enormous
Making somethin'
Off of nothin'
Now I'm headed to the Forbes list
[Chorus]
Imma motherfuckin' bust
If the game do pop
They can motherfuckin' trust
That I'm headed to the top
Off the top
What's the topic?
Is My Shit Gon' Pop like the socket?
[Verse 2]
Cause if not Imma get the head stockin' and get to robbin' on the block often
Hit your blog often
Lookin' for the comments and plays
And what they honestly says
"He's too conscious
We don't need another rap god
We just need some trap concerts"
We just need some trap concerts
[Interlude: Eric Thomas]
"If you really want to be successful somedays you might have to stay up three days in a row. Because if you go to sleep you might miss the opportunity to be successful; thats how bad you gotta want it."
[Chorus]
Imma motherfuckin' bust
If the game do pop
They can motherfuckin' trust
That I'm headed to the top
Off the top
What's the topic
Is My Shit Gon' Pop like the socket?
[Verse 3]
It's the motherfuckin' mixture I been known to sip a little liquor
Get a little lit for my liver
You know I'm going coastal
I'm feeling like a winner
You know I'm going postal
The kid always delivers
Cut your letters with my scissors
Put in bottles tossed in rivers
Drop a CD so cold that the city gotta heat up just to melt it
Know you niggas felt it
All the way from Mel Basin
To the shelters
An niggas in the basement
Tryna break skin
Said a nigga so abrasive
But they still embrace it
Open up the box with a bracelet
Letting out the harm
Know I got my charm from satin
Feelin like a star in the making
Niggas gotta state shit
Cause everything's a statement
[Chorus]
Imma motherfuckin' bust
If the game do pop
They can motherfuckin' trust
That I'm headed to the top
Off the top
What's the topic
Is My Shit Gon' Pop like the socket
Is My Shit Gon' Pop like the socket?
[Outro: Eric Thomas]
"Most of you won't be successful because when you're studying and you get tired you quit. And I'm here to tell you today, if you gotta... somebody came into my office the other day crying, I said look don't cry to give up, cry to keep going."