Take it from me...

[Verse 1] I got a lot to build and a lot to earn And y'all for real have got a lot to learn There's talks of deals that I cannot confirm But if y'all don't feel it, prolly lost your nerve Takin' shots with words, but I am not concerned I guarantee that you are not the first Got a lot to say when my pockets hurtin' I'ma stock the profit 'til my pockets hurt I'm throwing rocks and verbs just to rock the burbs That's why my phone blows up when I drop a verse I'm never riding dirty, I'm off and surfin' If the cops are lurking and I'm not the person If the cops are searching what you knockin' for? We got two deadbolts and we lock 'em both Cause there's too much in this world we cannot control I'm on a roll, I'm honor roll, I prolly wrote the hottest flows All y'all ever talk about is pot and hoes And oh, your role models are Pac and Hov? When all my opponents are stopped and broke I'll be at the top with a pot of gold Filled with pot and gold And trust me I know the bottom's cold I could tell right away I was not at home So I caused commotion and rocked the boat Never lost my focus, I climbed the rope Now I'm knockin' foes off, and poppin' flows off To knock your doors off and rock some shows If I'm off the mic then I'm on the road But 'til Chino calls I'ma watch the phone Count on me to be locked and loaded With the squad patrolling so I'm not alone It seems y'all only understand me when I'm talkin' slow So, you can take it from me: That I'ma make it, I'ma take it; you can't take it from me