Fitting all colors in all different ways, Legal money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Fitting all colors in all different ways, Legal money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Stepping over hair on corner bags with residue, Every shot I took I was getting close to a funeral

Clean now, I can say life is looking so beautiful, Came a long way from taking calls in the cubicle

Front street want beef, y'all **** ain't vegan, know my bread good

Now that's the way I'm bout to get even hoe, I won't forget where I came from

Trap house like home alone, pay lanes no attention, That's the way that you get them gone

Phone ringing, another passing away, ODing, R.I.P to the ones we lost and their achievements

You never fail if you keep trying, I'm trying harder, Change minds, decisions I'm making seem smarter

Soup kitchen just can't be living what's live intended, I'm shaking life

Three years later the crib rented, Soup kitchen just can't be living what's live intended

I'm shaking life, Three years later the crib rented

Fade all colors in all different ways, Leave all money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Fade all colors in all different ways, Leave all money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Plug taking all damn day, Homie I'm pressed for time, In the car waiting

I'm looking round, Chopping the line, This was three years past due, Now I be blowing pine

**** feeling like Scarface, Look at the world is mine, Dollar signs cloud my mind

Fill up the money counter, **** starting withdrawals, I was in the shower for hours

Want you to know about that, Just a few can relate to raps

In the cell, Sick as hell, Wishing I had a fatty pack

Every day, all day, I was chasing the come up, Some I plug my food stamp card

Then I'm changing the number, You wonder how I made it this far

By the skin of my teeth, I'm still cool with them old junkies, No one is underneath

I got a few homies, They still using that fatty pack

Wishing I could bring my boy Gunna back, Just for one more track

I got a few homies, They still using that fatty pack

Wishing I could bring my boy Gunna back, Just for one more track

Fade all colors in all different ways, Leave all money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Fade all colors in all different ways, Leave all money but still crime pays

I won't stop till I'm in the grave, In my lane no trends or new waves

Fade all colors in all different ways, Leave all money but still crime pays