Runnin’ To Wingstop

Yeah

Maybach Music

Rozay

Verse 1

Woke up in the mansion with the marble foyer

Countin up the years I been dodgin the coroner

They used to tell me I was reckless with the potential

Now they see me in the Phantom and they actin sentimental

Grew up where the sirens sang a permanent song

Mama prayin on her knees while I was doin wrong

Traded cornrows for the crown I was destined for

Now the boss talk loud but he whisper to the Lord

I seen my brother fall, I seen my homie snitch

That's the cost of this life, it ain't for the faint of heart

I was sellin dreams just to make the ends meet

Now I'm buyin buildings off the milk and the concrete

Every scar on my soul is a chapter in this book

Every closed door just made me tighten up the hook

They want the old me back but that youngin done grew

I'm the mayor of the hustle, what the hell they gon do

Verse 2

Let me take you back to the corner with the broken glass

Frost on the mailbox, heat comin off the stash

Nineteen with the weight of a whole empire

Mama's rent due and the fridge got no fire

I moved work through the snow with a broken shoelace

Prayin to a God that I barely knew by face

Fast forward to the jet with the leather interior

They said I lost my edge, I just lost the inferior

I'm talkin generations, I'm buildin on the legacy

My sons gon see the crown and know the cost of the pedigree

I lost my partner to the system, he's doin twenty-five

Every time I'm in the booth, I'm keepin his name alive

The game changed faces but the hustle stay the same

New money talk louder but they whisperin my name

I'm the boss of the bosses, the last of a breed

Every lesson I was taught I turned into a deed

Verse 3

Introspection when the sun start to peek

Lookin at my wrist, thinkin 'bout the ones in the streets

I bought my mama a crib, she still cooks in the kitchen

Tears in her eyes, said she proud of her Nixon

That made me think about the nights I couldn't sleep

The ghost of my father in the mirror when I speak

They paint the picture rosy but the canvas was red

Every million that I made, I paid with my head

They don't know the nights I sat alone with the silence

Countin every enemy I made and every alliance

Trust is a luxury I can't afford no more

I shake the hand but I'm lookin at the door

The throne get lonely when you sit at the tippy top

Every vulture circlin, every hand that's out to cop

But I stay gracious, I stay grounded in the Lord

Even kings need a knees when they prayin on the floor

Verse 4

Now my nephew wanna rap, I tell him learn the numbers first

These streets will have you thinkin that the hunger is the curse

I gave him the blueprint, told him study every failure

The crown ain't in the chain, it's in the posture of the tailor

I remember sellin ounces out the back of the library

Now I'm buyin yachts and I'm makin them libraries

That's the irony of growth, the circles gettin smaller

But the vision gettin wider, the mission gettin taller

I'm a student of the struggle, professor of the hustle

Every L I ever took just sharpened up the muscle

They ask me what I learned from the bottom of the well

I learned to build a ladder from the stories that they tell

And I ain't gotta scream to make the room feel my presence

The quiet in my voice is the weight of my lessons

This that Maybach Music, the symphony of success

And I'm still raisin the bar while they