Verse 1: Peter Gunz

Uh come on come on come on

Uh and I see you

This is it

In '97 I made plans to see mo' money

In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420

When I hit the block kids stop look and stare

Girls they point "Yo that's that nigga over there"

I get a lotta love lotta hate

Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake

Now they calling me fake

Shit back they was calling me love

Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood

See it be the ones you know scheming on the low

Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol'

I drift, to the past where there's no riches

No hits and no chips and no bitches

Just another cat named Peter

Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre

Now life a little sweeter

I'm in the dealer

Coppin' a drop

On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop!

Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me

Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me

Because I ball you got it in me?

But Ima

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

(keep on)

Ballin' 'til the day I die

Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on)

Getting money cause it's meant for I

I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on)

And even though you hope I fail

I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)

And to my sisters in the struggle alone

And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)

Verse 2: Lord Tariq

Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey

Everyday was pay day

Selling nickels and dimes

Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88

I still he