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[Intro: 2 Eleven] Uh, yeah, ey Python You know, success is the best revenge, man Through my, through my whole shit I never switched up on these niggas, I kept it active Yeah, on my eighteenth year in this shit, man, longevity, nigga [Verse 1: 2 Eleven] I was like fuck rap, nigga, imma rob Frustrated with this game, all these fakes and facades Too much online turnt these niggas into click-bait Get up off the grammar, come outside, and get your shit spanked [?] block [?] Even though they threw away the rules, imma play to win Created my own lane, nigga, I don't follow trends Success is the best revenge, so I'm on ten Strategize these moves, so I'm never broke again Get rich or die grindin', 'cause it cost so much to live I done paid so many dues, I done took all of the risk I done took so many losses, had to start over again When you at the bottom, ain't no other way but up I finessed a gang of niggas, but never ran off on the plug And nigga that's [?] we ain't settlin' for less Wake up on the grind every day, I'm feeling blessed No stress, let's go [Chorus: 2 Eleven] Ey, look at what I came from, uh Robberies and shootouts with the same gun A young nigga out here tryna get my name up And hard work, I ain't never been afraid of Fast forward I created my own lane, bro Took a 1000 losses just to win, that's the game, tho Yeah, it's so hard to make it out of where I came from Headed to the top, I know everybody can't go [Verse 2: G Perico] I got to a point where I almost said fuck rap Puttin' in all this work, but where the fun's at I love to see growth, but niggas don't love that I was just about to blow, and niggas ain't want that [?] secret meetings, like fuck that So my success be the way that I bust back Niggas tellin' lies on me Sayin' [?] ain't never spent a dime on me, quit lying homie You niggas faker than Kriss Kringle Making up this stories and myths and it's crazy 'cause you niggas believe it Y'all niggas wanna see me crash out So I'm writing my goals in sections, I'm executin, they spazzin' out They can't take my passion or fuck with me and ? Get out my shadow, and niggas probably wouldn't be stranded Where I came from is crazy, I'm still standing All the cards stacked against me, but I make it happen [Chorus: 2 Eleven] Ey, look at what I came from, uh Robberies and shootouts with the same gun A young nigga out here tryna get my name up And hard work, I ain't never been afraid of Fast forward I created my own lane, bro Took a 1000 losses just to win, that's the game, tho Yeah, it's so hard to make it out of where I came from Headed to the top, I know everybody can't go [Outro: G Perico] From the northside of [?] to the eastside of South Central You know, we like – fuck rap 'cause this little fame, and this little success I had Niggas on some hoe shit Niggas'a go out of they way to destroy yo' shit And try to fuck yo' shit up Say all type of fuck shit to nigga And they can carry on that fuck shit, you know'a mean When niggas could just help a nigga win You know'a sayin' and a real nigga gon' spread it around, man But you know, everybody want their shine So, it don't work like that, so everybody can't go [?] is the [?]