Success (feat. Cal Wayne & Black) - Lil Keke

You know, a trash can get a steak sometimes

Nigga like us come around every so often mayn

When they was thinking failure, I was thinking success

When they was saying he aiight, I was saying I’m the best

But now I’m living carefree, niggaz wishing me stress

I’m a ghetto inspiration, bitch I’m looking like success

They use to tell me no, now all I’m hearing is yes

When they was saying I’m cursed, I was saying I’m blessed

I kill these niggaz slowly, did it all with finesse

I’m a ghetto inspiration, bitch I’m looking like success

Up early in the morning, bout to take a trip to court

I gotta stand strong, family gone no support

It take a real man, to fall back and understand

To take a fall and lose it all, really wasn’t the plan

These niggaz steady talking, my name stay in the press

A ghetto inspiration, who was taught to do the best

I dealt with the stress, and done it for so long

I stay going hard, when niggaz was going home

Was raised in the streets, and hustled when it was slow

I still had faith, when people was saying no

A G stayed strong, turned my losses to wins

You never need a enemy, fucking with fake friends success

I’m looking like success, and so I walk with my fitted cocked

Chest swolled up, pants sagging while I ditty-bop

Niggaz put they mask on, and pose in something they really not

You don’t like me now nigga, just wait till I get really hot

Lord knows, my dudes been paid and a lil' extra

Made some’ing outta nothing, sometimes I feel special

Was really ten toes in the streets, I had to wrestle

But I’m still strapped, cause I gotta be careful

I’m flying down the freeway, tripping saying God good

Trials and tribulations, partnas snaking but I fall through it

Ke had a dream to be the king, and so I saw to it

Nothing is impossible, whenever I put my heart into it (God's good)

He say your time coming, so I start getting prepared

But feel guys bumping, I feel it in the air

I kick my feet up, and roll some’ing and lit the square

My hard work done paid off, my grind is gonna get me there

I’m looking like success, my mama think I’m successful

So that’s my motivation to make it, I hustle extra

They say I’m some’ing special, my story heard by the masses

Trapper turned rapper, I never would have imagined

Music is my passion, so hopefully I’ll be blessed

See 106 &Park, and do shows out on the West

Again I’m in the hood with them goods, busting some moves

Saving me a penny on winning, while y’all lose

Ain’t so any dudes, are damn near saying fuck it

I’m real and I rap, so the ghetto can’t help but love it

A verse up outta Jigga, three thousand a pro say

I can say I made it then, my family is ok