RnB ft. Mr. Fritz, Junr. Spacie & Tizy Lyrics

Pride and joy of the Pan

Seen some struggles but I hustled and it made me a man

Used to pray for a chance

But I'm ready now, I'm taking a stand

Cause it's time to take my fate in my hands

It's the return of the Dollar Menunaire

All up in ya ears

Nothing but love for people that would follow through the years

Now I'm grown, I'm on my own, and losing all my fears

No more excuses I'm a lose it and do it for the cheers

This for any nigga that told me I should've gave up

Every nigga that hate us I'm aiming to be the greatest

No longer asking for favors, just focusing on my paper

Can't stomach it, give it time and I'll treat em like now or laters

I'm from... a neighborhood full of G's

And paper chasers body temperatures be thirty degrees

Cliche, every hood is the same

But stay low and keep ya foot in the game

It's how I did it

Say it because I lived it

Og status

In the era of the codeine rappers

Fuck who's next, just know we after

Stomach pains so you niggas know we at it

I'm the future like my boy's B Rabbit

Time to show and prove

Still scrubbing all my sneakers with a toothbrush

Still Henny over everything with two cups

Still the nigga with a rack up in my shoe box

Still a student of Biggie, Jay and Tupac

I done seen a lot of things, knew a lot of names

Done seen a lot of change, spit a lot of game

Trying to see the bigger picture through a lot of frames

The illest nigga, we are not the same

Where we from we learn the hard knocks of life

Don't let a moment pass by, we're alive

Each new day is no guarantee

Trust and believe

Step by step, it's about paving the way

When all is said and done I know I could say that I'm the

Realest nigga breathing

And I'll forget I'll always be the

Six five wanna take this shit to different heights

Blood sweat and tears aiming for a different life

I've made mistakes but ain't no point trying to dwell on it

Success equals revenge, I'm doing well on this

Beef is on my mind

Cheese is in my pocket

Gotta keep some shells cause niggas after the profit

A nigga had the sauce and my stock rose

While fake drug dealers get on records and talk O's (tacos)

Fuck giving them props fo

Pretending to get it, I'm really chasing it

Got this shit down to a T, I'm on some flagrant shit

Life ain't a bitch if you making the cake for it

So I'm putting on my Tims, shoutouts to Wake Forest

Ten Thousand hours, friends on them islands

Trying to stack up till I'm gone stiff and rotten

You know how the game goes, tracks I'll devour

Till I'm placed under flowers this whole rap game is ours

Where we from we learn the hard knocks of life

Don't let a moment pass by, we're alive

Each new day is no guarantee

Trust and believe

Step by step, it's about paving the way

When all is said and done I know I could say that I'm the

Realest nigga breathing

And I'll forget I'll always be the

Realest nigga breathing

I understand what happened to you in your past was rough

But you gotta look towards the future

Don't ever let the past dictate your future

Look at the future, don't even look at the past

The past is what should motivate you for you to be who you wanna be

And who you, you know, who... who... who, who's Fritz gonna be in the future?

You know what I mean?

You should use that past to build you up for this future moment