Don't believe the hype they're tryin' to sell a dream
I'm in a race to get the feta cheese
I was low, I almost sold amphetamines
I made it to 20 wit no felonies
When I blow up I'm stuck there
You ain't gettin' no bucks penny pinchin' for bus fare
When I blow up I'm stuck there
You ain't gettin' no bucks
Say you want smoke well let me know the strand
You a joke you aint never got the upper hand
Broke boy, you cant up a single band
No noise, you aint tough you just a fan
I don't trap and grit or have to tote a hammer
I'll still snap and pick a nigga off like cameras
Fell in love with money turned me to a dancer
Who the hardest, AI, I'm the answer
I need a mill ain't tryin' to work a shift
Im tryna eat on meals worth a niggas rent
Mansion in the hills, diamonds on my wrist
When I sign a deal I promise that we lit
Since a kid I had big dreams
I been chasin' 6 figures since 16
And I'll never switch teams
I'mma always be that skinny nigga with the ripped jeans
They only hit my line for them dollar signs I know
I'm a young roddy nigga that got rich I ain't like being broke
They only hit my line for them dollar signs I know
I ain't giving no handouts it's cut throat, thats murder she wrote
(That's murder she wrote woah woah)
