I'm a made man, you a rat, you ain't standin' on business

I'm a street ****, I put my life on the line for the trenches

I'm a made man, you a rat, you ain't standin' on business

I'm a street ****, I put my life on the line for the trenches

(Murky, don't be sad, boy)

(XCAIN got heat)

Grew up in the four, ain't nothin' but murder and pounds where I'm from

Told brodie, "One day we'll be rich, bro, just hold on"

Banks down the road stayin' afloat, sometimes life can be an ocean

Investin' all my time inside the booth, tryna make it out

Sometimes I be feelin' lost, I try to keep my head on

Couple **** played, they know what's up, they gettin' headstones

In my own lane, I'm livin' life, I can't complain, bro

Damn, that's your girl? I ain't know that, what a small world

Dreams of runnin' the world, shit get deeper than runnin' the block

Love can be confusin' sometimes, I ain't lovin' no thot

You wanna get rich, scared to take risks, you can't run with me

Ridin' with fifty straps with fifty-eight, go down, we maskin' up

Eight-speed supercar, I call it a tarantula

**** busy in they feelings, not they bag, I'll pass them up

I just caught an opp and popped it on him, he couldn't show me nothin'

I be tryna chill and lay up light, **** aggy as fuck

I ain't felt love in a minute, I ain't had a hug in a minute

Releasin' that thug that's in me, releasin' that grudge that's in me

Why you talkin' crazy like these killers ain't hungry for money?

Ever since I learned how to walk, I've been all on my own (XCAIN got heat)

Street ****, I put my life on the line for the trenches

I'm a made man, you a rat, you ain't standin' on business

I'm a go-getter, money love me and I love money

I'm a dope dealer, smell like a pound of exotic weed

I'm a block baby, stood on the block 'til I got it right

I'm a drank sipper, love pourin' fours in cream sodas

I'm a D-boy, pounds on rush, ****, I got 'em

I'm a lawyer, bro, never trade on gang, ****, I'm rockin'

I came from the bottom, they ain't never think I'd get this far

Had the city robbin', I'm going for nothin', I got that stick

Trenches love me, one call, that's all, they comin' fast

I can't love you, if I was broke, you wouldn't give me a chance

Got exotic bags, I can turn a trapper to a plug

Got a lot of money, I can hit the stash on my ass

D.A. ain't holdin' nothin', say I be with nothin' but gang members

Lay behind rankings, judge say I'm a menace to society

Gang unit hang, I just wanna ball with my ****

Heard he told somethin', piss me off, he talkin' 'bout he solid

Been with real killers, we don't diss, we come get rid of ****

Been with real jackers, hold up, free my **** Haitian Jack

Street ****, I put my life on the line for the trenches

I'm a made man, you a rat, you ain't standin' on business

I'm a go-getter, money love me and I love money

I'm a dope dealer, smell like a pound of exotic weed

I'm a block baby, stood on the block 'til I got it right

I'm a drank sipper, love pourin' fours in cream sodas

I'm a D-boy, pounds on rush, ****, I got 'em

I'm a lawyer, bro, never trade on gang, ****, I'm rockin'