[Verse 1]

I gotta be honest

Bragging was really not the mission

Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction

Yea I had a chicken

She had gave me a proposition

She was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin'

Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition

Should've threw my watch in they face and then said its time to listen

Record label switchin

Grindin cause I didn't have a pot to piss in

Feelin like I was fishin' 

It was eatin my food inside the kitchen

Before the second album

Sophomore jinx was just superstition

Who would've known that they would've been right

But I ain't trippin

Tryin to be an artist

While they repaint the composition

I need recognition

Recognize ain't no competition



[Chorus]

They said we wouldn't make it 

But now they copying the style that they said would never blow

Lord wasn't no complainin

And now it seems like everywhere I go

Steady crawlin

On them 4s

(still crawlin)

On them 4s

(still ballin)

On them 4s

Still crawlin on 4s mayne

On them 4s

(still crawlin)

On them 4s

(still ballin)

On them 4s

You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing



[Verse 2]

Trying to hit em wit some knowledge

They gon' respond and say its garbage

If I say my cars is

Candy they tell ya he the hardest

Look at how you boys is

Talking bout cars in they garages

They just mirages if you believe em

You retarded

Ima grind regardless

Step in ya castle steal ya crown

Gotta give a pound 

KJ and Nancy they still around

And I'm still the deepest

Spend my thesis you still will drown

And that XXL dude that said I would fail

YOU STILL A CLOWN

Cant get a digit or live it how could you even grade me

I'm the one who pay me

Personally give me money daily

Completely crazy

Talk to the streets the streets obey me

Go ahead and hate me

I don't give a 'F' like Weezy baby

The caddillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me

Swagga jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy

I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me

But now I feel like I'm the man

If they ever plannin' to drop me

A kitchen drawer wit the flow

Cause I'm sharp as a utensil

Bring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencil

Any instrumental

Rappers cant keep up wit my mental

Cause they mental's simple

While my mental is monumental

Been had potential

Follow me cause of what I went through

While haters jock me

Copy my image like a stencil

Don't try to jack me

Give a message to those that sent you

I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a pimple



[Chorus]

They said we wouldn't make it 

But now they copying the style that they said would never blow

Lord wasn't no complainin

And now it seems like everywhere I go

Steady crawlin

On them 4s

(still crawlin)

On them 4s

(still ballin)

On them 4s

Still crawlin on 4s mayne

On them 4s

(still crawlin)

On them 4s

(still ballin)

On them 4s

You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing



[Verse 3]

Should've betted in my chain

That I'm better than the game

I don't mean the rapper I mean every rapper that's in the game

This the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it to

Alicia keys

Keyshia cole

Oh! My dough is beautiful

I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a Polaroid

Chamillinate anybody movin ya so destroyed

Ka-boom!

Say I'm dissin if you don't know the half

I'm digital download with the dough

You do the math

My money move I get statements so I can view my dollars

A one then a zero

Zero be leapin' all the commas

I can poke I promise

Baby look dope as Pocahontas

In the Bahamas

Countin money in my pajamas