What's the point of getting rich if ima wake up alone?

What's the point of having friends who don't pick up the phone?

Ima dig me up a house and ima make it a home

'Cause I don't fuck witchu **** Ima let that be known

Running for too long, you **** got me fed up

Born in the rich village, bound to get my bread up

Have my cake and eat it too, you get the bread crumbs

You claim you wanna be my friend, been should've said sum

Fuck allat forget it, now I'm on my cool shi

Lame ass dramatic ass ****, hate that school shi

Mr gamble said that he despise if you ain't soul6

When I drop this album, it's the start of reaching goals BITCH

Boy, I been sick, y'all don't get it, I need a tissue

Bitch complainin in my ear but I really don't see the issue

Yuh, I'm rolling wit Soul6, we above to who you bring witchu

I already know that you lying, don't care bout what you admit to

It's too late for that

No, I don't relate to that

Bitch get out my face with that

Don't waste time, I don't play wit dat

Hell nah, y'all too fake wit dat

Think I need to kick back

Baby, where you at? Let's get some jammies, make 'em mix match

Hmm, yeah, uh

What's the point of getting rich if I wake up alone?

What's the point of having friends who don't pick up the phone?

Ima dig me up a house and ima make it a home

'Cause I don't fuck witchu **** Ima let that be known

Left, right, march, put one in front of the other

No appreciation for art, so the talent goes undiscovered

The cycle, it breaks my heart, when I'm rich, I'll buy me another

No matter what's in between, I'm blasting off for my brothers

I am the stone that the builder refused, I'm making moves

They tell me I'm hard to read, but I'm happy that they confused

They worried bout breaking easy, I'm out here breaking the rules

I'm told that I dream too big, so I got me something to prove

And that right there, that's the shit that I can't stand!

How you doubting my every move, but then taking right from my hand?

How you tell me I won't be shit, but when money comes, you my friend?

You **** cherry-picking when to believe in my plans

But hey, maybe that's the differences and what we perceive

Fake **** paying in my face 'cause I don't say what I see

And Kendrick told you there's differences in the way that we grieve

It's dark and hell is hot, but I'm getting shaded under a "Money Tree(s)"

Yeah, uh

What's the point of getting rich if I wake up alone?

What's the point of having friends who don't pick up the phone?

Ima dig me up a house and ima make it a home

'Cause I don't fuck witchu **** Ima let that be known