I'm starting a road, a road that leads to glory
Told mama and 'em don't worry, just sit and read the story
My team deserve some rings, as much as Robert Horry
Now they pay attention, before they'd just ignore me
Now they stand before me, witnessing the horror
The presence of success has an unexpected aura
Surrounded by blood, sweat, tears, and grinding harder
Don't go and blame the chef, when this ain't what you ordered
Words from my father, expect the unexpected
Correct the uncorrected, correct until perfected
Protect those unprotected, eject who don't respect it
And when I'm kicking niggas out my circle baby
No I won't feel guilty
When I'm kicking niggas out my circle baby
No I won't feel guilty
When I'm kicking niggas out my circle baby
No I won't feel guilty, the realest niggas feel me
Them pussy niggas fear me, the illest niggas filthy
I'm on my Bruce Willy, I die hard and live free
I'm coming for your whole team, I'm going on a kill spree
I started back when whoo! When them days a little rougher
Searching through the cupboard, just trying to find some supper
I plan on heading upwards, I promise to deliver
They aiming at the stars, but how many pull the trigger
One thing I will remember, expect the unexpected
Correct the uncorrected, correct until perfected
Protect those unprotected, eject who don't respect it
And when I'm kicking niggas out my circle baby
No I won't feel guilty
When I'm kicking niggas out my circle baby
No I won't feel guilty