(Getta Beats)

Huh, whoop, huh, whoop

I remember bein' the **** sittin' around procrastinatin'

Used to hit the road for crumbs, then I graduated

I just sat back and waited on my turn and never hated

Came up, but **** act like they ain't wanna see me make it, I can't fake it

All these **** actin' weird, I can't take it

I ain't even reach my peak around this bitch, I'm barely famous

Fuck around and get my passport and move to Jamaica

Fuck around and buy an old-school tomorrow and get it painted

Throw the Forgis on the bitch, the F stand for Fast Money

The F stand for fuck ****, brodie said don't trust ****, so I keep it low

All the opps dyin', I stopped keepin' score

**** couldn't afford to go to war 'cause they was cheap and broke

I literally been on and off of flights, I don't sleep no more

Think about gettin' a Maybach truck, don't want the Jeep no more

I'm really tryna change my life around, so I don't cheat no more

I'll make Getta cut this bitch, don't need the beat no more

**** ran off with some petty shit, don't want his feet no more

He don't want his life no more, he don't wanna breathe again

Bring it to a **** doorstep like the pizza man

Pull up with skis again, pull up and leave him then

All these **** talkin' 'bout the road and never been on it

Heard dawg was talkin' out his head, so I put ten on it

I don't tolerate no disrespect, you gotta stand on it

You gotta step about it, pull up on me, blow your TEC about it

I ain't cheat the road, I beat the road and got a check up out it

More back, ****

You can't cheat this shit to beat this shit

Huh

The whoop way