Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling

Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport

Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage

Trying to make it rushing thru the airport

Catching flights instead of catching cases

I ain't trying to spend another day in court

Tell the judge that I'm still a thug

And I live it up for the dead homies

OG hit me and gave me the info

And I told him yo, copy that 10-4

Anything that you do in life, make sure you do it right

Or you'll eventually pay for it

If you get a blessings better pay it forward

But if you snitching you get slayed for it

These are basic lessons in the game I'm guessing

That you little gangsters wasn't made for it

Cause they folding up under pressure

Make a call and have one of my young'ns get ya

Run up on you and gun you down in a Tesla

Paramedics be putting him on a stretcher

That's what you get when you drop a dime

To my homies still locked up with 'lotta time

I'm a representation of them, motivated to win

Cause I got it up out the grime

Yeah

Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling

Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport

Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage

Trying to make it rushing thru the airport

Catching flights instead of catching cases

I ain't trying to spend another day in court

Tell the judge that I'm still a thug

And I live it up for the dead homies

R.I.P. to the homie Deuce

When you see me I'm screaming it thru the roof

Thinking 'bout him built a drive inside me

You see that I'm living proof

Symbolizing somebody who got it up out the mud even thou people thought he would loose

I ended up winning

I'm waking up hitting the block while you sleeping and hitting snooze

I'm getting to it

So fuck what you thought yo I'm on a mission

Cause I owe it to homies still locked in prison

And the ones that are watching us up in heaven

Made a promise that I will continue giving

All that I got til my dying days

Like Sinatra I did this shit my way

As a young'n they taught me that crime pays

Now I feel like Carlito Brigante

Ay

Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling

Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport

Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage

Trying to make it rushing thru the airport

Catching flights instead of catching cases

I ain't trying to spend another day in court

Tell the judge that I'm still a thug

And I live it up for the dead homies