I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up
I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up
Ain't trying to say I'm rich
Ain't trying to say I'm poor
But the days what it is
I don't question it no more
Days when I re up
Days when I'm low
Some days living fast
In the rez, kinda slow, what you know
Trying to cop couple bucks
Pack of smokes, no joke
And your shit out of luck
Where they at
So we checkin' out the homies
And they chillin in the crib
Fry bread and the baloney
I just got my big cheque
And we bout to get wrecked
Only chill with the peeps
That be chillin, respect
Mad, what ya have
I got the good good
Yeah, homie you can grab
Drivin no wraith, but I keep it on FLACO
Keeping no chrome
I don't tote draco
That's the way we go
I'm like ayo, for my day ones
We could do this all day yo
I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up
I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up
I don't do this for me
I don't do it for the dollars
I don't do it for the clout
I do this for my daughter
Got the water, everything I got her
But I ain't no broke, and I ain't no baller
I just hustle everyday, live life like a dream
So mind ya own business if you see me in a meme
When I'm poppin that work
Proving my worth
Never really hurts to get money from the dirt
When I'm piling and I'm wild'n
And I'm building on my style
Chillin in the booth like I ain't done it in a while
What you on, got the beat, and I'm feeling that heat
Time to get real because a homie's gotta eat
Trying to keep balance, trying to ride waves
Keep on the low, keep it cool, get paid
Trying to keep balance, trying to ride waves
Keep on the low, keep it cool, get paid
I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up
I'm caught up, I'm caught up
Felt real this morning when I got up