Through The Fire

Yeah

You already know what it is

First time I met Ye, I swear to god, he walked up to me like

"Gou gotta stop letting these **** steal yo' style and shit, man"

Take yo' shit run away with it

I ain't even know what he was talking about, I swear

Shit was crazy though but

Them all facts

Real Chicago legend, man, Raq legend, I been that, GHerbo

Aye, long live my uncle K Tone

Rappin' in yo' basement, first time I made a song

Always been a G, you always showed us stay strong

Long as I had my cousins with me, I knew I'd make it home

Now I'm living my dream, Unc, I made it, my paper long

I'm just tryna do my thing, Unc, these **** be hatin' on me

That money they sign for ain't nothin but a chain and a bracelet on me

I could land in any state I want, got a bad bitch waiting on me, uh

Tell her come hop in the truck, gotta keep her on the tuck

Penthouse suit look like The Trump, so fine, I fuck from the front

Stay on my hip like a gun, I'm on her lip like a blunt

Hit the club, let's have some fun, and I could do this all month

Hundred k stacks bundled up, remember when it was all ones

Grateful Los was thankful, I was the **** that he called son

No bap, yeah

Long live my pops

I made it through the fire

Ain't stopping till I reach the level where it's nothin' higher

And then I might retire

I put the shit on my back and carried **** like Mariah

The same **** that'll fuck around wear them wires that indite us

Tryna rope a **** right up

I just hope I keep getting money and rocking all the shit that light up

I got more J than tidal, every last word got a title

Just last year I was down bad, almost lost every single thing I had

But I'm still these ****' idol

Big G, I ain't nothin' like you, fed everybody at the table

This my last one with the label, I need 30 mil on the title