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It's the King of Maine But I remember getting in the game Everybody told me I'm insane "He should stay in college, quit the rappin' Save a dollar, it won't happen" They gave up and they told me to do the same But I knew I was gonna bang Knew I was emoji with the flames Even when your homie told me I was lame Now he wants a verse Bro, twenty million out the purse In my Gmail, replied on the plane Now I bag work, I don't mean coke I mean merch Twenty-five dollars for a shirt Since I pay six that's nineteen, profit for a hit I'm a prophet to these kids, I'm like a church, Speezus Christ Used to work morning to the night So another man could live a better life Minimally pay me then he's whipping a Mercedes Something shady, so I made it to the majors out of spite That's right You doubted, you doubted Can't do shit about it, I'm 'bout it They told me, "Keep quiet, don't try it, just be Ryan" But I told 'em, "I'm shouting" SongtexteFeeling like, "Haaaan," the way I went solo Check me out, no 'nother man's logo on my polo Ooh, did it all on my own now Tried to put me in the box, but I broke out I feel like a living legend in my hometown No other man's logo, got no other man's logo on my polo Thirty-five hunnid for the show That's the number right before I blow Me, I used to work for ten fifty in the kitchen Boss bitchin' in my vision 'cause there wrinkles in my clothes Now I write the checks, I don't know what city up next If you think I'm bimpin' you would be correct I got fans to my left and some money to my right I made what you made in a month in one night Now I'm walking in New Orleans with my homies And I'm tanning on my shoulder blades This is what you couldn't see in older days When I was bumping Odelay Till I got a whip with a roof that could fold away Or secret service jogging by my motor cave If I had listened My trophies and plaques in the glass wouldn't glisten I had premonitions but they were dismissive Thought I was lost, but now boss my description And if I had listened to you, I'd probably still have the apron That goes around back and then ties in the front I quit my job, I'm my boss I can do what I want, so just pass me the blunt You doubted, you doubted Can't do shit about it, I'm 'bout it They told me, "Keep quiet, don't try it, just be Ryan" But I told 'em, "I'm shouting" Feeling like, "Haaaan," the way I went solo Check me out, no 'nother man's logo on my polo Ooh, did it all on my own now Tried to put me in the box, but I broke out I feel like a living legend in my hometown No other man's logo, got no other man's logo on my polo I don't split a dollar with a person P. Dank Records on the jersey 'Cause the power of my mind make a hour of my time worth more Motherfuckers can't afford me You could do this too I was just like you One-two-zero-seven But I been waking up and tryin' to get it 'Cause I never wanna go back to my old job I'm not complacent, pacin', waitin' for a phone call They didn't see it, so I guess I had to show y'all Bro, my whole circle cold like a snow ball It's the P. Dank clan, that's me, Jay, Cam Mike Be, Shane and Essence [?] repossession, check the replay cam If you doubt us, this is payback Middle finger to a name tag Ooh, did it all on my own now Tried to put me in the box, but I broke out Aus Songtexte Mania