Made It This Far

[Verse]
On God, I feel like I ain't done this in a minute
Don't ask me when I'm done, please, let me fucking finish
I'm tucking in my shirt if I'm coming at they necks
And I don't need no shovel, want no dirt on my checks sir
And I just copped a studio I worked for that
Slaving to do what I love, I hurt for that
But flexing fake designer kid I smirk for that
Know you could do better
Why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh why you need that
Yeah we all need validation but, but, but you fiend that
Like
I just blew a rack, so what
My homie knows Dax, so what
Oh now he talking smack
So what you gonna do
Run up on my house and you'll catch a point of view
Run up on my dogs and you might just catch like two
Cause all my dogs are educated
Mean we all taught each other how you think we madе it
This far
And if we made it this far
What makes you think that wе can't make it to the top, yeah

Love you momma