Money on my mind, that's all on my agenda

Must been making too much paper, ain't no ink left in my printer huh

Been telling the truth, but sometimes I think I ought to lie

But I can't let them catch me slipping like a water slide

Facing all these blunts, all this smoke got me water eyed

Never forget about that night I seen my mama crying

Brother left the crib, moving with his baby mama

Hardest shit I ever did was watch him leave looking out the blinds

Tell me what you know about it boy Soul of an angel but aggressive as a dinosaur

So use to being damaged, I'm like Fuck it just a minor sore

Light the torch, And watch me burn they ass, if we fighting a war

I'm standing tall in the paint like I'm Yao Ming

Yo crew be full of them chickens, Buffalo Wild Wings

My crew authentic, never switching unless its clothes

I mean like really we never switching unless it's hoes

That's the code, never break it, yah dig that

Swallow it whole, got me asking her where my kids at

Gave her the pole, now she yelling out boy you did that

Rubbed her in oil, now she greasier that some pig phat

The music just in me my ****, be honest, I don’t know how to fight it

Like look how I switch it my ****, I'm keeping em shocked like some nikes huh huh

Just wait till I get me a Aston, I pray to god I don't crash it

Trying to make me a mill off of rapping, to move my mama in a mansion

You wanna make it boy you gotta work hard, make sure you dream right

I'm on go, feeling like I'm john legend, give me the green light Superhero **** watching cartoons

Think I'm a teen titan

You eating good but you leave your **** starving see you the green type

Day light, I use to be accustomed to the street life

On the corner posted, like a street light

I had to find a way to grind, cause If you want it

Fuck **** you can get it, hey

I can't never take a break at all, not even if it's intermission

To the check Imma get to it

Made me some racks then I threw it Fucking on sisters

I swear that they look a like, they body shape so congruent

But Ian gone lie, I been focused on music, trying to make sure that I takeoff

These lil **** swear that they balling, But they ain't make it to the playoffs

Wake up and pray to the lord, that the dedication payoff

I'm not with fussing and arguing, she wanna quit, I let her lay off

Aye, Young **** straight out of Mississippi

My Uniform as clean as a Memphis city

Kid right off the bus, with the crispy dickies

I'm popping like grease and some chicken, hey

I'm used to getting money, and dressing nice, rocking kicks that ain't out yet

I blow them bands like a flute ****, walk in and fuck up the outlet, hey