I try and be the man my pops see in me Drivin’ down this road they call Easy Street Waitin’ for the light to turn green And life is all good when they sights is on me Tonight they call me money-driven Mac ‘Cause once I see them dollars, I ain’t gon’ give ’em back At the edge of your seat, you need to just relax This ain’t the main course, I’m just givin’ you a snack But soon you’ll be ready for a meal But I ain’t ready, so y’all can just chill ‘Cause I know that I ain’t ready for a deal yet I ain’t even get a chance to play the field yet Just started, I need to break a real sweat But I haven’t spit somethin’ they ain’t feel yet Well, hold up, everybody got some haters They hatin’ on the Steelers and in love with the Raiders Angry at the top from the bottom Try and pull ya leg, hopin’ that you’ll fall and break But I ain’t makin’ that mistake I had to do this beat when I heard my man Drake For goodness sake, this shit just sets me in a trance Some people wanna listen, and the rest just dance That’s cool with me ’cause I like to get my groove on I’m comin’ with some new songs, tryin’ not to do wrong But lately it’s been kinda hard ‘Cause money on my mind And the only time I’m stuck behind the bar Is when I’m thinkin’ of the next line to rhyme But this shit, I ain’t even have to think about Picked up the pen and the ink started spillin’ out I’m so high, I believe that I can feel the clouds So I hope y’all feel me now The way these haters grillin’, it kinda tickles ‘Cause they think that they got me in a pickle But in reality, I’m chess moves ahead of ’em And I ain’t sick of people comparin’ me to Eminem Funny to me, the more money I see The more places to go, different countries to see I’m just turnin’ up the heat to a hundred degrees Spittin’ like I got a razor blade under my teeth