Yeah, yeah

Started with a scheme but I gone legit

Made rap a career, most of y′all just spit

The pressure, been little bro all my life

Now the big homies, they notice it

Always thought I was the man, now I know this s**t

Temp low, I ain't even at my coldest yet

Rent low, I′ma hold this check

Told the boy Dagwoods get the ab show set

Back in this b***h like I knew I'd be

Dodgin' all headshots, no new I.D

Rep M.I., they thought I was M.I.A

Grown men hate to hang on whatever I say

I must be shittin′ on whatever they envisionin′

Bust down doors and I bring it back to Michigan

Roo, dogs in the whip with me

That's a dream made real, can′t nobody say s**t to me