God+TheProcess

Don't call my phone, bitch, I'm in grind mode

Flight mode, chilling with my eyes closed

Back then in my city, it was cutthroat

Walk in to the crib, like, where the lights go?

Where the lights go? We was ducking 5-0

In Brick City, riding, dodging potholes

Even at my lowest, I had high hopes

Telling all my troubles to a styrofoam

And even with no money, it was fun times

As long as mama with us, we'll be just fine

She's gon' find a way to make the sun shine

She's gon' work her magic when it's lunchtime

Now we chilling, cruising through the north side

Balling all my niggas, chilling courtside

Free spirit shawty and she's so fine

Met her at the park, she don't care if I'm a star

She more concerned about my star sign

Roseville, pull up in them youngins, call me OG

I know a couple niggas on some hoe shit

So I only trust God and the process

Album bout to drop and there's no stress

I just hope I sell-a-bit like, no sex

Tell a hater nigga better fall back

Cause I gotta make it big, I'm talking all caps

Money and the power, I need all that

For 10,000 hours, there was no rest

It's a lot of niggas, I won't call back

Kick me while I'm down, they was hoping that I drown

But I'm a project, baby

Nobody believed that I could be successful

Because everybody say, well, this guy thinks differently

Think crazy, you know, they think about something never worked

As I said, I believe it

I think this thing could be big if we keep on working

I never thought it would be that big like today

I believe that something, something is waiting for me there

And I have to work hard to prove myself

That was the tough experience