[Intro]
(Inaudible Voices)

[Verse 1]
(Gunna:) “Yeah!”
They asked me if I made my mind up
Will I switch the language? will I pop out with new styles on ‘em?
They don’t know my label tried to play me and asked for a timeout
But you know nobody is a threat to me that’s what I’m about
Do it for my bros beneath the surface that’s what I’m about
Couldn’t care less about the numbers that’s what I’m about
Rather invest a richard into my studio ‘n hear how clear it sounds
Don’t listen to the hate and eventually it dies down
I slept on floors to get a meeting inside a label officе
With fifteen I had no family no real options
Left with nothing in berlin I had to build to bе something
Pisspoor, brother dead, fake jordans, be honest
I throw up my handsigns
I'm in london touching ground like a landmine
They wanted me to sign my rights away
I left them labels with a blank line
And kept my eyes on the grand prize
I fucked up germany for 10 years nobody did it better
Just to put some in my pockets
Honestly making it here was never my dream
Even though I'm thankful for every stream
I only did it for so long cause it was preparement for things
And I had to put the work in for a couple grand
Had to sell way more than a couple grams
Probably shouldn’t say it on a song from gunna (but he)
Tried to threaten me then did the runner (aaaahaaa)
(running away, he was running away)