Uh, I talk to mama, she keep saying she believe in me
My lil shorty, she go ride, she never leaving me
I had to cut them niggas off for trying to scheme on me
I'm addicted to that money cause I f*cking need it
Don't go outside cause niggas dying in the f*cking city
Fake niggas on these tracks talking the life we live
Ask them niggas what they need, I got smoke at the crib
Ask my bro to front the work, I'll get it back quick
Double charge for the zip, yeah, that's a quick flip
A couple scams, I'm just trying to get a quick six
Know niggas starving that just trying to get a quick meal
So they serve fiends that just trying to get a quick fix
I know niggas begging labels for a f*cking deal
So they post shit that'll get a couple quick clicks
Got bands, niggas come and kill you for a couple bills
So watch your mouth cause boy, you know you ain't go hit shit
No, I ain't no fan, I got money on my wish list
I see hundreds in my dreams, I'm trying to wake up and be rich rich
I was 16 years old, a pair of Jordans and some counterfeits
Was a youngin' lacking confidence, but never lacking common sense
Sitting reminiscing bout the past, but ain't no time for this
I'm thinking about how far I done came, and yeah, I'm proud of it
I'm sick of asking family for favors, I know they tired of it
I'm trying to put my team on my back just like I'm Donovan