This Far Lyrics

Yeah, never thought that I could make it this far

Got a long way to go, but I'm this far

Who'd have thought that I could hit rock bottom

Come back and make it blow up like this fall

Moving like a Rocket, no Chris Paul

Money in the pocket like this is ours

Ain't no point in stopping until your bitch call

Matter of fact got like fifteen missed calls

As a kid, I wanted to be like 50

Bulletproof vest, jeans that didn't fit me

Funny cause now them shits skinny

Middle finger way high, rolling through the city

I don't wanna save y'all, I just want the kitty

No, I'm kidding, I don't want a ho, I just want a milli

Wife like Chrissy, bitch, I'm a legend like Will

House in Calabasas, party in the hills

That's life goals, bitch, I'm going to get it

I'm going to fucking do it cause I said it

Hanging out the window of the Lexus, fuck that

Rolling in a ghini , flexing, top back

Haters, can you see me?

I should stop that

Heir to the throne, bitch, I want my spot back

Million dollar home where I want my mom at

Left a message on your phone God

I'm just waiting for my call back

A loser in the eyes of society

Doing my best not to have my job fire me

As I write inside my diary

Talking about the future that I wanna live entirely

Based around money and a following

All my friends hollowing out

They're giving up, calling them out

I don't know what the fuck you are doing in school

Unless that's actually what you wanna do

In that case, more power to you

You just power through the bullshit and cow manure

They are going to try to fool you

But never lose sight of your dreams

Despite the light at the end of the tunnel, being farther than it seems

But you are going to make it, come on, you're a beast

You like LeBron when he played for the heat

Only the real survive

Are you strong or you weak?

Never thought that I could make it this far

Got a long way to go, but I'm this far

Who'd have thought that I could hit rock bottom

Come back and make it blow up like this fall

Moving like a Rocket, no Chris Paul

Money in the pocket like this is ours

Ain't no point in stopping until your bitch call

Matter of fact got like fifteen missed calls

Never thought that I could make it this far

Got a long way to go, but I'm this far

Who'd have thought that I could hit rock bottom

Come back and make it blow up like this fall

Moving like a Rocket, no Chris Paul

Money in the pocket like this is ours

Ain't no point in stopping until your bitch call

Matter of fact got like fifteen missed calls

Ain't no point in slowing down soon

Houston, we got a problem, Paulished on the moon

I don't think he ever coming back to Earth

He said life's a bitch, and he snatched her purse

He seemed kinda pissed, like he high off perks

But y'all know that motherfucker don't even smoke

Head spinning like a motherfucking rotary phone

Kick the door just to let these fuckers know that he home

Matter fact, man, I don't even know what he on

I think we should call help, man, something is wrong

Nah, nothing is wrong, this is just me

And I'm fucking pissed off, I cannot eat

Cause these motherfucking blogs try to stop me

But I don't give a fuck cause I'm rocky

There is nothing on earth that can stop me

Put a beat and a hearse, kamikaze

I would die for this shit it ain't a hobby

Beat your ass with my squad in the lobby

Like Pac right before he die

Suge Knight said,"Yo dog, hop inside"

Of the drop top, cops ain't gonna find

Us Pac, let's just take a ride

Got to the red light, ops, let them fly

No bulletproof on, shots hit his side

Flew him to the hospital where he lost his life

Living through the words of him, man Pac was right

They don't give a fuck about us, they are not polite

You ain't got money in your wallet, they are going to treat you like nothing

Yeah, they are going to treat you like nothing

Fuck that, boy, it's time to fight