Road To Mastery
Balling hard in some tennis shoes
Just got done with a interview
Fuck a op I'm not friending you
Told my bitch need like ten of you
I'm smelling like her perfect flower
Wash it off of me with every shower
Connected to a higher power
Staying ready for my final hour
Turning whippers to a clamor
A hood nigga well mannered
Hold myself to a higher standard
So when you see me you gon' be enamored
Ya information nothing new to me
Got all my data from my foolery
I'm not pressed to buy jewelry
I'm more focused on the eulogy
On the road to mastery
Credit cards little cash with me
Only a couple people blasting me
But I know that it won't last for me
Balling hard in some tennis shoes
Just got done with a interview
Fuck a op I'm not friending you
Told my bitch need like ten of you
I'm smelling like her perfect flower
Wash it off of me with every shower
Connected to a higher power
Staying ready for my final hour
When you know you god sent
You store in compartments
You make sure it augment
Then turn into offense
I feeling like it's nothing to it
From my city I'm the best to do it
Time will be the test to prove it
I leave all my tracks executed
Unknown from the waist up
An icon from the waist down
Every time that they look me up
Having 'em nodding heads face down
Balling hard in some tennis shoes
Just got done with a interview
Fuck a op I'm not friending you
Told my bitch need like ten of you
I'm smelling like her perfect flower
Wash it off of me with every shower
Connected to a higher power
Staying ready for my final hour
On the road to mastery
Credit cards little cash with me
Only a couple people blasting me
But I know that it won't last for me
Balling hard in some tennis shoes
Just got done with a interview
Fuck a op I'm not friending you
Told my bitch need like ten of you
I'm smelling like her perfect flower
Wash it off of me with every shower
Connected to a higher power
Staying ready for my final hour