Lyrics Hands - Clairmont the Second

I′m top one I don't get the debate
I stopped claiming where I′m from it's been too hard to relate
Forget that this a game I shouldn't be surprised niggas fake
Where I′m from I shouldn′t be surprised if y'all niggas late
Made the same most make in years but I made mine in a day
But trusting masses for the return was the biggest mistake
Still I′m confused when people giving me advice for the play
Like I ain't coach my team for years and I′m still getting us paid
For me they do the same
I been too humble with niggas tier not even the same
In a league of my own, I'm out here paving a way
And I don′t answer to nobody people go where I say
I run an enterprise myself
While niggas claim they indie got someone else bigger to pay
I saw the ins but never came out the same
I saw my cousin in a box wishing he'd jump out the frame
That's the only time we saw our Grandma cry, it′s insane
She used to make a little stretch over a week and still eat
While some kids were overseas
She′s the one I gotta beat, you niggas weak
Now when I travel East to see my fam
Where my Grandma used to sleep is nothing but an empty seat
She won't meet my child but she met my niece
And there′s peace knowing that she reunited with Malique
It never go away, you barely deal with it
At family get together's, it just feel different
More I see my fam the more I see you niggas not
Love to act, almost believe them every time they talk
Wanting approval the most haunting thing about the plot
Niggas telling me be grateful for my spot
Not knowing how much stuff I′m on that never dropped 'cause I ain′t pop
Tryna gauge when I'm popping off so that they could use it
I'm the scariest entity that′s beyond the music
Don′t try and google this sample, I'm just a great producer
I tried to get funding a few years back
They couldn′t offer much but I still flew the family out to Vancouver
Don't always boast but y′all keep pissing me off
They count me out but can't afford to pay the price of this rock
Across the border with it
Locals always gotta hoe me but use my name for merit
City tryna little bro me
You would swear these niggas don′t know me
They scared of me while my mama scared for me
While these people choosing mascots to throw they money at
I'm somewhere different with my cash box
I don't kiss ass I′m the wrong one
Don′t expect nun unless our grandmother the same one
Don't think they like me but my name they always using it
No more magazines
I′m not the cover? I'm not doing it
Ain′t tell my management this dropping in advance
Just to show you that the power's in my hands