Yeah...
They counted us out, but the math didn’t add up.
Major.
From the sand to the pavement.
Go!
I’m talkin’ boardroom meetings in a tracksuit,
Ownership the only route, I’m the living proof.
They told me wait my turn, I jumped the whole line,
Now the sun hit the Cullinan, it’s a different shine.
I don't do the lease, I just sign the deed,
Planting seeds in the concrete, watch ‘em bleed.
Heavenly grit, street soul, yeah the vibe’s cold,
Turned a little bit of pressure into solid gold.
Executive decisions, I don’t need a vote,
Ocean in my pocket, I’m the captain of the boat.
Paper route established, now the world’s mine,
I’m a street prophecy, ahead of my time.
They said I couldn't do it, but God did.
They tried to lock the gate, but God did.
The vision was a blur, now it’s HD,
Young Major on the throne, yeah it’s plain to see.
God did, yeah the work was hard,
Now I’m playing chess while they play a card.
From the mud to the penthouse, check the grid,
I didn’t do it by myself, man, God did.
I was down in the trenches with a master plan,
Built a whole empire out of shifting sand.
Dubai nights, neon lights on the Porsche frame,
But I never let the fortune change my real name.
Independent Day, yeah I declared it,
Got a heavy crown and I’m prepared to wear it.
Hood billionaire, I’m the chairman of the trap,
Put my city on the globe, put the flag on the map.
Look at the portfolio, look at the growth,
To the paper route ocean, I took the oath.
No middlemen here, we cut the throat of the deal,
I’m just keeping it grit, I’m just keeping it real.
They said I couldn't do it, but God did.
They tried to lock the gate, but God did.
The vision was a blur, now it’s HD,
Young Major on the throne, yeah it’s plain to see.
God did, yeah the work was hard,
Now I’m playing chess while they play a card.
From the mud to the penthouse, check the grid,
I didn’t do it by myself, man, God did.
Street executive, I’m handling the business side,
While these rappers out here just taking a ride.
I got the Drako squad moving in silence,
Success is the loudest form of the defiance.
I remember when the fridge was looking real thin,
Now the Maybach curtains let the privacy in.
I’m a master minder, look into my eyes,
See a man who survived and refused to compromise.
Every loss was a lesson, every scar is a win,
I’m cleansed of the struggle, I’m shed of the skin.
The street prophecy fulfilled in the flesh,
I’m the only one left, I’m the best of the best.
They said I couldn't do it, but God did.
They tried to lock the gate, but God did.
The vision was a blur, now it’s HD,
Young Major on the throne, yeah it’s plain to see.
God did, yeah the work was hard,
Now I’m playing chess while they play a card.
From the mud to the penthouse, check the grid,
I didn’t do it by myself, man, God did.
Paper Route Ocean.
Pro World.
We don't ask for seats at the table no more.
We bought the whole building.
Yeah.
