Out the way i been tryna clean my act up

But if it's beef you know im hopping out a black truck

I went and got some new money finna add it up

I was tryna work on my music when they was actin tough

Im finna go and make a M

100 ain't enough

I been on the road so long i think my brakes fucked

I take pride in the losses this shit ain't luck i promise

Everything i do is for them bucks i'm Giannis

Im with bro and we posted up in the 'partments

Tryna keep it low-key the stick tucked in my garments

Throw a fastball at me ima hit it the farthest

Big ass choppa i feel like a guitarist

Shit fucking up my arm

She told me that she tryna make some money walk up in the bank and play it calm

I wish i could right all of my wrongs but i cant

So i'm sittin down tryna write these songs and keep faith

I filled the first then went and bought another safe

Shit could be worse i'm trying not to complain

They ain't fucking with me i don't even like to hate

I got a call about some money so i'm in another state

AR with a knife tryna cut the dead weight

Chasing my dreams its makin' my legs ache

Wake up in the morning tryna find the next play

You thinking ten years i'm really thinking more like ten days