Wait a minute

Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle

Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble

You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double

Last hit gave him whiplash, now he callin' huddle

Shot him with a zombie tip, now his face startin' to bubble

Tracer rounds through his jaw, missin' pieces of the puzzle

Keep a couple tools on me, like I'm Rubble on the double

You just do it for the money, while I do it for the hustle

I'll be damn, huh, if you ask me, **** really mad

I took off like it's a track meet, no distractions

One goal, I'm a athlete in all black

Ninety-five degrees, I attract heat, but it come with it

And I ain't nervous, act up if you want to, I'll start purgin

Sneak dissing me on the phone, ain't workin

You still on the block with a bag, no purpose

You a bum ****, huh, you a joke, you gave money

When a **** needed hope for a real **** to be real and not choke

We had real deals, you pop pills and crash boats

Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle

Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble

You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double

Last hit gave him whiplash, got him callin' huddle

Funny how you real to a bunch of fake ****

Told him move along, on my way to eight figures

In my own lane and I still create ****

Tryna reintroduce yourself, fake jigga, it'll never work

**** know the real, shoulda took a couple weeks off from poppin' pain pills

Sober up, get your mind right, maybe you can think

Every dollar can be gone in a snap or a blink

You not invincible, it's just the principle of how you think

**** paved a way and still would've said Rob brinks

How I help you and moms turn around and tell on me

Nah, it's four walls, a toilet that's connected to the sink

If she shut the fuck up, bitch, I woulda been free

Instead of six months, a **** did a 12 by three

**** talk all that shit but wont address me

**** flash they whole kits but it don't impress me

Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna

Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble

You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it

Last Hit gave him whiplash , got him callin' huddle

Now I got my own shit, throw a stone or a brick

We gon' shoot some shit up like the first through the fifth

I'm like Ron with the weed or I'm Tez at the bank

Other days, I'm KP slidin' with the drank

Make deposits, not withdrawals, that's how you make rank

Glance and go, I get pissed off when **** don't blink

It's a toll, huh, and now pay the fee

Workin' hard just in case Anari see the blasphemy

Workin' smart just in case they take another blast at me

Play the part so all my **** never be a casualty

Believe in God, when you die, you wanna leave a legacy

It's not a lie, humdulila protect me from the jealousy

Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle

Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble

You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double

Last, he gave him whip blast, now he callin' huddle

BITCH