I'm still chilling at the same position
I'm still struggling for all the people that came to listen
I'm still grindin this music is how I make a living
And still smiling cause money, will never change my vision
It's d-pryde, the same ass name, made a living off of putting on some 
ray ban frames
And sitting in front of cameras, telling you that I'm really dope
Living a life I only dreamed of living years ago
Mad kids tried to poke their fun and trash my dream
A lotta girls said I was ugly, it would damage me
I had to let is slide
Years later they be knockin at my door when I appeared up on a 
magazine
I wanted to be accepted in the rap game
And my color would always be in the way of that
But now I got these rappers following my pathway
And the industry's like who the hell's this asian cat
Misunderstood crazy, and people offly watch me
Can't even go through the city some people wanna rob me
And I don't even play the gangster role at all
so it's hard to protect my family My backs against a wall
and the moneys still low as hell 
but reef told me I should keep making records cuz I'm talented and 
dope as hell
and I care about the currency and money flow
cuz compared to family that ish (issue)  ain't coming close
clubs are killin me, money really holds stress
I used to want a pair of jordans now I want a rolex
Used to be them good woods now I want them gold ropes
I'm trynna hold a thick stack but I can't even hold hope
And females these days keep pissing me off
Cuz it's hard to find the right one nowadays
Had my first girl thinking she's was a fine act 
so she's in the club sippin pryde through a wine glass
and gab told me stop chasin chicks
jason's telling me to make it big
phils telling me that I'm sprung 
and I should really live my life cuz he just misses being young
and I feel him though
life is hard to see
and my dads still trynna work cuz he still carpet cleans
and his backs hurtin, I can't stand it homie
I just wanna let that man go push a phantom homies
stuck in music matrimony
I should just say I'm married to the game
Simple, I lost some of the people who almost came with me
Lost a partners, some homies and gained some fame quickly
And haters still wanna say that I fricken changed, really
Well news flash I never ever tried missing our friendship
Cuz your attitude towards me is simply pathetic
So for the people who don't wanna come ride with me now
Don't try to blow my fricken phone up when I be in town
Mom I know your stressing, things are hard for you
And grandma died, being independent is hard to prove
And before you turn fifty you wanna see a million 
Well seven figures aint nothing I'm bout to make a killin'
I'm built up for this, hate well I'm just numb to it
I wanna walk up in my highschool marchin like it's russel trick
And my brother I can tell he's had enough of this 
Like how are you not making money but you little brother is
but I felt your grief so imma hustle hard
And not stop until we're pushing fast cars with leather seats
And for the fans I'm still trouble
And it still bugs me
Forget the money I can't believe y'all still love me
Still riding with me
But we're headed to get it
Mars made the top fifty of twenty eleven
I'm eight teen and I represent the troubled youth
I'm still working trynna be a big legend respect it
So I thank you this song goes out to every one
The best is yet to come, they left you, but I'll never run
Man I'm already done, quickly I will rage
Killin ish for several days built for this and getting paid
Still just living through this pain
There's no limit to this game
Don't compare me to no other me and him are not the same (yeah)
And I'm simply just amazed
To the bullies and the hates know that this is what you made