These days I've been on alert, I don't got time, b***, I'm goin' to work

If I don't got money, I'm dead in a hearse I'm nervous, how can I make this s*** work?

I'm swervin', driftin', touchdown on the first, makin' my bread by the third

I take this s*** personal, said he knew me bought the verse

I took a few zips, now I'm high out the earth

Grabba, smoke on me, roll up

If you step the wrong way, you gon' get smoked up

Keep depositin' checks, I can't get enough I'm with a b****, she got a text from her man, that's tough

You're too close, back it up, back it up some

You ain't stickin' around if you ain't here when I ain't had none

I got stars on the roof, you can see what I'm goin' round in

Think I found it, peep the crib, no stylist

These days I've been on alert, I don't got time, b***, I'm goin' to work

If I don't got money, I'm dead in a hearse I'm nervous, how can I make this s*** work?

I'm swervin', driftin', touchdown on the first, makin' my bread by the third

I take this s*** personal, said he knew me bought the verse

I took a few zips, now I'm high out the earth