Did It Wit No Help

Man I did it all with no help
Bitches barking at me but man that shits a yelp
This side of P.O.M you're never gonna get back
Type a shit you just playin at a kickback
After this drop imma watch the money stack fat
Don't believe me in a year or two you can stat that
Shit started with writing raps in the basement
Now I'm shootin movies yelling that's a wrap from my basement
Uh
Man who am I fucking kidding
I would be nothing without T V A C
When he be sendin over all these beats
We more scary than 21 and Metro
Just you wait and see
Bitch
Just take a look at the first couple projects
All I did was talk how I'm front page Complex
Hurt my mental when that wasn't the effect
Now look at me four years later slowly reaching my apex
Mufucka sittin court side to the 76
Catchin flights out to LA to perform a couple shows
Then we headin out to Colarado
Sit by a lake for some ideas and to catch a breeze
Make a couple good albums
And I'm not surprised you're on our dicks
Started with that handheld microphone in my hand
Sittin in the back room lookin up type beats just to find my sound
Writing shitty lyrics and I'm slurring every word
Really didn't find the flow until my third
Sat inside the dark for a little while
TVAC hit me on that speed dial
Dropped my finest work and never stopped
Cookin in the studio every single week
Crazy how I go from bleak to still bein at my peak
Still my time in the spotlight
Never duckin in the shadows
Rockin all these fancy logos
Wear the swoosh on my soul
Got the Homer on my neck
And I promise I ain't turnin yellow
Never stayin mellow
So say hello to my new flow
Man it's still my time
Center stage
Fuckin part of this new age
Old heads talking shit about the trap
But hate it when a mufucka wanna switch it back to the boombap
Still my time