Here We Go

Here we go

Chopper, hold them fifties by the door

Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor

Arm and Hammer run, I'm at the store

Sick of nightmares of being poor

That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt

That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work

My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth"

My grandma used to make me go to church

Times get hard, still believe in God

Know some **** down in Broward still believe in fraud

Preacher told me I need to live my life with grace

Lawyer wanted twenty 'fore he even touched the case

Boy, you be talking that shit 'cause I'm out the gutter

And I was talking that shit when I came out my mother

Before he took his first breath, I lost my only brother

Motherfuck the world raw, I lost my only rubber

Now they gon' tell you that I really wasn't 'bout that

Like I ain't have a whole mill before the contract

Like I ain't stand up in that kitchen catching contact

Hey, I ain't like it so I had to make a comeback

Here we go

Chopper, hold them fifties by the door

Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor

Arm and Hammer run, I'm at the store

Sick of nightmares of being poor

That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt

That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work

My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth"

My grandma used to make me go to church

They tell you anything and y'all believe it too

I believe in me, ****, do you believe in you?

Million crabs in the barrel, boy, I never knew

Let one leave up out the barrel, shit they'll never do

Another man's opinion is never my reality

I never follow ****, not my personality

The hustle dead and I call them **** casualties

I did it my way, that's probably why they mad at me

Now they gon' try to tell you I was never with that

Like I ain't hit the interstate and go and get that

Like I ain't hit Chaquita house and go and split that

Like I ain't do this by myself and they resent that

Here we go

Chopper, hold them fifties by the door

Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor

Arm and Hammer run, I'm at the store

Sick of nightmares of being poor

That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt

That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work

My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth"

My grandma used to make me go to church