Mission Statement

Trying to be a man You won't understand us if you even knew me Trying to be a man You won't understand us if you even knew me Uh, I'ma stick to the mission statement, fuck it, let's get the paper Somebody love or hate it no matter the situation Why everybody rich is someone who got nothin' And everybody broke, whether spirit or funds America tell a lie, the dollar cover the flaws The flow, hmm, the flow is covered by God Told my city, "Hold on," the weather throwin' me off I'm in the city of lost angles, I'm tryna move forward Folarin, Erewhon ain't raise me, I'm Mary's steak at heart Heavyweight in the culture, but niggas makin' shit up They re-writin' it, with every bit of spite in there Ever since I gave the first pair of some Nikes I been seein' where the anacondas and where the vipers live When you good money, the industry wanna siphon it Spent two years smokin' loud, bein' quiet then Def Jam called, I'm like, "Yeah, nigga, call again" La boca, fuck all that quiet shit, I'm the guy up in the office Vendetta ever come on The 5, I'm all the bosses And yeah, I see the culture divide, but I don't force it I should've had a Jordan by now, they on that—, huh I'm the, "Why God him?" to the try-hard niggas that be ridin' on dick I'm the one that got away, I'm the one that found a way Out that super dark place where all the guys got lit What's up? That's it