Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea

Uh- Now I was dreaming about a deal at the age of 13

I was fein’n for the meals, I aint talking Burger King

Some of my niggas in the Ville’ all the did was serve feins

Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

All the wanted was some waves, like they fucking surfing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing

I was like the young Simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Now Nigga it’s the prince, hoped over the fence where the grass way greener

Look at shortys ass way meaner

Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her?

She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adeena

My money like a senior watch it graduate

Now its time to eat I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phony

These niggas heard about me now they acting like they know me

Keep on saying

Chorus

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling

Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling

Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling

Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I wont stop

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

Verse 2

Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary

Man, greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Cuz the aint believe, suddenly they Presbyterian

The hoes is librarians, they looking me up

She got a jones like Marion, she licking me up

They we cut, look how she say my name

I got her moaning J. cole, they used to say Jermaine

I never change, Im like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, shits deep

I was low, just a dolla and some hoe fixed me

Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worster

Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier

I’m a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive

They open like curtains because my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio

Same bitches used to play me though

Now they yelling-

Chorus

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling

Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling

Yea, they keep on saying where you going nigga, going nigga?-There aint no telling

Cant tell you where I’m going, just know I wont stop

Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

Verse 3

I left the city for a minute but its still on my back

Told my niggas, “Ay Im fena’ put the Ville on the map”-Ill be back

And Im coming with a deal and a plaque

Cuz Im ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Pouring liquor for my niggas that were killed, send em back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Me Im like a young Simba I cant wait to be the king

Witness the dream

Strait out that Carolina water I was brought up

In the city where the skinny niggas trynna be the ballas

Aint no fathers but the skinny niggas trynna hit their daughters

Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us

What they taught us men them bad bitches only want the ballas

The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna guard us

Uh-Okay, so play D.. know what I mean?

And I-I-I put you on the team

Men this life is but a dream

And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Chorus

Where you going nIgga?- Shit, there aint no telling

They say this life is but a dream, And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause Im a fucking rap star

Ay, where you going nigga?- Ay, there aint no telling