It was 1 2 **** with a plot

To make 3 4 million out the spot

Off of these songs before the summer die

Know your music ain't shit causemy **** outside

I could tell you every single one of my afflictions

Power pussy dollars my religion true addiction

Pulp fiction

The type to make your soul so wicked

I should've went to college but I had more vision

Now we rolling up the finest of the dope and that's for show

My **** turn a p into a o and that's for sure

I sold a lil work so I could keep myself afloat

The hunger for survival always kept me on my toes

Its sketchy **** round you know you gotta play it close

The pressures of the mind mixed with trappings of the soul

The truth is looking clearer than before

When smoke is in the air true intentions gets exposed

Came from the dirt we do whatever for the glimpse of blue faces

The only big break is when you take it

My **** move weight while I'm dealing with the weight of expectations

The smell of broken dreams and desperation

I was plotting on better money stink of bad intentions

With the thought of like fuck it I'm taking my reparations

If i gotta pick a lock and set the table wit loaves of your bread

Then fuck it I'll be Detroit redd ****

It was 1 2 **** with a plot

To make 3 4 million out the spot

Off of these songs before the summer die

Know your music ain't shit if my **** outside

I done see it rain plagues falling from the sky

Reflections of my pain play shotgun for the ride

Seen the hardest turn to prey change make em turn to God

Make these rappers do the same pussy **** pay your tithes

4th quarter grind plus a hustlers ambition

The shot clock pop im 24 with pure precision

The type to touch a room and turn a few into submission

Then your stock going up cause my **** in the building

And if you don't respect it ain't no sweat to play the villain

Walk in labels smack execs and all the press then cave the ceiling

They saying hip hop ain't number #1 man what a feeling.

But my truth is much more than the numbers yall revealing punk ****

I spit in your faces fuck ****

How many ways to say that I ain't ever trust ****

I don't fuck wit ya

I'd rather paint a vivid picture

How we gabby flipped a pack into greatness what an enigma

Mix a **** with the grabba he think he taking where mine at

Send em high off of contact

Pushing daisies and lilac

Break homie homeostasis he cold as glaciers and ice caps

These gardens ain't safe I told you **** where I'm at

Rolling up the finest of the do and that's for sure

My **** cut a p into a o and that's for sure

I planted all them seeds that'll grow and that's for sure

Jacore be the greatest out the

Man you know