Hit the Billboard charts
Try to take this smile off of my face
Jordan year for real
This is validation
Can't believe we made it here
Me, Chris, Bruce, Moe
Sitting round looking at each other like
What the hell is going on
Moe-T double check the numbers yeah
All the shit we went through to get here
And all the tough conversations man
All the broken relationships
Took way more than just patience man
No more nine to five right
I can say I really rap rap now
Book the flight home
I got some people to laugh at now yeah
Finally here
Time to hit the road and meet the fans
No idea what we getting into
Everything packed in a minivan
Nothing like seeing the love in real time
People be knowing the words already
People be spilling their guts to me
Man this shit is hitting me so heavy yeah
Back off road pack shit split ways
Wave goodbye to L.A.
If we never leave the studio
What's the point in being there anyway
Set up shop in Arizona
Me Sleeve and Moe-T
Lotta people turn Hollywood
We keep it low key
Business decisions like
Moe can't produce everything
What's the ceiling for The Specktators
Can this really be a forever thing
Twelve hours straight going back and forth
Tryna go the right direction when
Name change could be career ending
No change would be a slow death
You don't get here being indecisive
You don't get here without pulling triggers
You don't make it out with no mistakes
Long as they mine I'll live with em
Packy with a y
Speck the label
Same difference when we drop shit
Love to the day one fans
Lost some people in the process
South By South West
Met with the Green Mitten boys
Told em we were going on tour
Let us know if you're down to join
Just like that we hit the road
One month later we were bros
Moved back home to get the label poppin
No way of knowing how it'd go
Yeah yeah
Still no agent no manager
No A&R no publicist
They would take the money that we gave 'em
But they'd never go and run with it
Still our platform growing
Still we having fun with it
Still that diamond in the rough
Still Mad Lifey in this bitch
Now I feel I'm treading water tho
I feel like I hit a plateau
I dropped Area 51
And that shit landed on a bad note
We could see the music landscape changing
Imma need to find some inspiration
Imma need to blank slate this shit
Never ending mixtape this shit
Imma need a big break this year
Competition going up
People fake it till they make it
That ain't never been us
Never paid for no follower
I ain't pay for no plays
Maybe I'd be rich if I did
Maybe I'm stuck in the old days
If it's love I want real love
That's the type that I give
I would love me some more love
If I don't get it I'll live
Every album is of piece of me
I be scared to give too much
But I think it's been too long
Hope that this can catch you up