[Intro: 2 Eleven]
Uh, yeah, ey Python
You know, success is the best revenge, man
Through my, through my whole shit I never switched up on these n***as, I kept it active
Yeah, on my eighteenth year in this shit, man, longevity, n***a

[Verse 1: 2 Eleven]
I was like fuck rap, n***a, imma rob
Frustrated with this game, all these fakes and facades
Too much online turnt these n***as into click-bait
Get up off the grammar, come outside, and get your shit spanked
[?] block [?]
Even though they threw away the rules, imma play to win
Created my own lane, n***a, I don't follow trends
Success is the best revenge, so I'm on ten
Strategize these moves, so I'm never broke again
Get rich or die grindin', 'cause it cost so much to live
I done paid so many dues, I done took all of the risk
I done took so many losses, had to start over again
When you at the bottom, ain't no other way but up
I finessed a gang of n***as, but never ran off on the plug
And n***a that's [?] we ain't settlin' for less
Wake up on the grind every day, I'm feeling blessed
No stress, let's go

[Chorus: 2 Eleven]
Ey, look at what I came from, uh
Robberies and shootouts with the same gun
A young n***a out here tryna get my name up
And hard work, I ain't never been afraid of
Fast forward I created my own lane, bro
Took a 1000 losses just to win, that's the game, tho
Yeah, it's so hard to make it out of where I came from
Headed to the top, I know everybody can't go
[Verse 2: G Perico]
I got to a point where I almost said fuck rap
Puttin' in all this work, but where the fun's at
I love to see growth, but n***as don't love that
I was just about to blow, and n***as ain't want that
[?] secret meetings, like fuck that
So my success be the way that I bust back
N***as tellin' lies on me
Sayin' [?] ain't never spent a dime on me, quit lying homie
You n***as faker than Kriss Kringle
Making up this stories and myths and it's crazy 'cause you n***as believe it
Y'all n***as wanna see me crash out
So I'm writing my goals in sections, I'm executin, they spazzin' out
They can't take my passion or fuck with me and ?
Get out my shadow, and n***as probably wouldn't be stranded
Where I came from is crazy, I'm still standing
All the cards stacked against me, but I make it happen

[Chorus: 2 Eleven]
Ey, look at what I came from, uh
Robberies and shootouts with the same gun
A young n***a out here tryna get my name up
And hard work, I ain't never been afraid of
Fast forward I created my own lane, bro
Took a 1000 losses just to win, that's the game, tho
Yeah, it's so hard to make it out of where I came from
Headed to the top, I know everybody can't go
[Outro: G Perico]
From the northside of [?] to the eastside of South Central
You know, we like – fuck rap
'cause this little fame, and this little success I had
N***as on some hoe shit
N***as'a go out of they way to destroy yo' shit
And try to fuck yo' shit up
Say all type of fuck shit to n***a
And they can carry on that fuck shit, you know'a mean
When n***as could just help a n***a win
You know'a sayin' and a real n***a gon' spread it around, man
But you know, everybody want their shine
So, it don't work like that, so everybody can't go
[?] is the [?]