Lyrics:

Yeah
What's he gunna say?
You wanna be like me son get a chnage of plan
I don't hardly see my dawgs, get a hand, pick ma fam
Confused, feelin' used, tryin' to rearrange plans
'Coz I've got a rolex but no time on my hands
Made a transition from a boy into a man
Step one never mix ya business and fam
Haters say I changed
But I cant disagree
'Coz the figures damn skippy ain't the same in the bank, and I just wanna say thanks
To those tryin' to pull me down
I was born to be fly I don't like the ground, so don't tell me stay grounded
I'm good in my town
And when I was blue you just went around
I shouldn't know stress at my age
Money came around me
Then everybody changed
Fools say they know me from yay dawgs, stop tryin' to call me by my government name
Cor its all chipmunk now
You can blow after
It's chipmunk now
It's chipmunks time
Chipmunks in his prime
And only chipmunk can take chipmunks shine!
I made a transition
I made a transition
You can say I made a transition
I'm feelin' like I found myself but lost my mind
They wanna take my life I take my time
I'm hair and flesh but lost my life my privacy went up in the sky
When I signed I
Grinned to six figures then I grin teeth
Airing all the tag alongs like bring me
I never breaded noone when I was working
So hate me if you want but don't say I don't deserve it
Understand the position I played then
Understand the transition I made then
Go and picture me back in the days then
Look at me now and get mad
They just wanna get fly although now I'm jet lagged
Now everybody step back
I'm on the next ting
Its not a bless ting
They're number two
I'm on some next shit
First place that's the first bace
Suicide that's the worst case
That's when you're whole life time is tryin' to get your dough up
And then you blow up and blow up
No escalators, stairs, and I'm still tryin' to step up
But I think its tryin' to handle the pressure
I can't let the game slip away
When the UK routes for my name
Shame
Its all Mr. Monk now
You can blow after
Its Mr. Monk now
Its Mr. Monks Time
Mr. Monks in his prime
And only Mr. Monk can take
Mr. Monks shine!
I made a transition
I made a transition
You can say I made a transition
Being succesful, that's a gift and a curse
Being paid or being broke I know whats worse
And people at the bottom say that
You forgot you're roots but
That's always the case when you rise from the dirt
And preparation is the key to elevation
But them man are too busy hating debating
If I sound better on some grime shit
Half of them don't even know what grime is
Its all timing, even though I blew quicker than you're average
I came through slicker than you're average
'Coz yeah I'm not you're average spitter
Any tempo or instrumental
Flows mentos straight jacket worthy
Conspiracy they put in to merc me
If I'm not fire how could you burn me
Insultin' how could you out me
I'm so truth how could you doubt me
Allow me
Cor it's all me now
You can blow after
It's all me now
It's all me time
It's all me in my prime
And only I can take my shine!
Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah
You can say I made a transition
Ha ha ha, eh