Tryna drop some new shit, just hope you can Hear it

Gotta make it so my kid can inherit Been Getting this money, just stacking it up

You know that this shit in my mother fucking Heritage God, please stay with me while I'm Making

This money Cause I know that this shit can get Scary

I remember them days, fam was busting they Ass, they leaving the house all worried

But now I'm flipping the page, tryna get me Some money and stack it

Stay off the way, gotta blow up I'm tryna get it And sing my songs up on

The stage You know I was smoking the dope And skipping

In school and going and catching some and Plays You know I don't play ****, is all on

My social and all on my dick like they gay Yeah, Okay, I'm tryna get so much, you can

See it on my wrist and my face I'm talking Some real diamonds that's real

Shinin some shit that'll never change you can Ask anybody that I've been around

We secure like we locked in them chains I'm Tryna blow up and get so big the whole

Town gon' know my name No, I can't lie, been Getting this money just

Tryna stay fly Smoking two-three to blunts just to Stay high

Living this life, just tryna live right momma and Pops scraping up money just to get by

Been around snakes, had to tell that bitch bye

You gotta be real or you could be left out Wasn't living too right, but I'm on the left

Now Gotta be number one, know I can be last Now

Was sitting and trapping, just at my mom's House

All of the dope, just that's in a lil' couch I'm Finna pop it, and drop the rap shit now

You know I can't stop it, I been getting money

This shit mandatory, yeah you can check it It's All in my pockets, **** be playing

And sneaking like this shit sweet Run up and Get here with this rocket

Me and my ****, stay running it up You know That we really get shit poppin

Finna be like, bruh, ooh that boy so hot They Said that nobody can stop him

Finna go ice on my neck and ice on my homie Just show all of y'all that I did it

Gotta thank mama and pops for giving the Game

Cause you know that they really with it

No, I ain't worried about hating ass ****

Cause you know that they ass really shitty

Remember them days, I ain't have nothing

It's been too long that I sat and waited

Was sitting in bed and praying and crying to God

And hoping that I really make it

Gotta get big, you hear my song on the radio

They heard it and they had to play with it