Verse 1:” Fresh out the Sip been waiting for too long I’m finna add up my tips, blowing on green grass a bad B***h on my hip, thinking back on my life like man it’s a trip, I remember I didn’t have S**t. Now I’m holding on to dreams hoping to keep my grip, looking back on my hater like man ya’ll a trip, why niggas so worried bout me all I ever tried to do is try to stack my cheese. Now I’m out here trying to find a better me, I really do believe you can be all you can be, but I can’t forever preach to you niggas food for thought I put together a feast for you niggas. It’s Tha Kid N***a welcome to my playground, New World still up you niggas lay down., so I can see the sky everybody talking Sip you finna know why. When you had no way, all you really need is to do things your way, you really can’t care what somebody gon say, cause the truth is they gon hate anyway. Chorus: Imma show the kids how to turn nothing from something, imma show the people how to turn nothing to something, imma show the world how to turn nothing from something. I’m making my own lane this is Sip Hop. Verse 2: Some wouldn’t even come back if they had the chance to fly, but I put people on my wings, show them what I have seen. You may think I’m jiving cause it sounds good, but you don’t understand how it feels to be misunderstood. Family from the hood I couldn’t escape it I embraced it, now sit back and what me turn nothing to greatness, as a young N***a I was taught get this cash, doesn’t mean that she love you cause she give up the A*s. All it takes is another N***a to come with more cash then she is out of ya hands, she did canceled ya plans, now you walk around feeling like less of a man, do you devote every day to gon stack up ya grands? Is it wrong that I’m all about the big bank? Never looked down on a N***a, kno my S**t stank, so I can see the sky everybody talking Sip you finna know why. When you had no way, all you really need is to do things your way, you really can’t care what somebody gon say, cause the truth is they gon hate anyway. Chorus. Verse 3: Love me or hate me a different person I can’t be it, I wonder how Stevie sung about love and couldn’t see it, partied hard last night saw a chick I stuck my d in, wouldn’t call this a rap still throwing up the Segrems. I got dreams and haters acting like I can be it, look where you at progress I don’t see it, I got money on my mind and I don’t think it’s gon change, I’m motivated by niggas on corners asking for change. Was raised in the struggle so I know the game, I learned how to survive, I learned about the game, but what you don’t know a lot of these rappers lame, don’t just listen to the beat N***a peep the game. I’m a step ahead of you niggas our speed ain’t the same, the last of a dying breed our breed ain’t the same. You getting money, well S**t I’m doing the same thang; before I go broke I’ll end up in a chain gang. New World.