Lariat

They said id never make it

I was busy making beats in my momma's basement

Y'all minds are vacant my thoughts are racing,

I wasn't destined to be someone's replacement

When the bass hit

My mind fills with images but i don't say shit

I let my pen talk

10 toes deep planted on the sidewalk

I remember spitting freestyles with the homie Matt

After that i told him get me in the studio we're going Plat

Back to back hit em with the shit that they'll playback