(You know sometimes I gotta go hard)

Sometimes I gotta make sacrifices yo

I gotta keep chasing this money the real

Shows better then the fake I stay in my lane to eat & feed my family just gimme a week I’ll be fine they’re right I gotta go

Back home stack my bread 90 percent I’m chasing the green shawty was right I should stop texting her phone these

Songs I make go hard i remember nights I was making 6 figures you know it’s a need on bro I’ll knock a few man

Dem on the ground I’m fully aware of the snakes in the grass that’s why I keep a pole by my hip I’ve been staying

In my lane I never learned how to love I came out the streets I had to take a risk to level up they’re right I gotta go back

Home to stack my bread I’ve been away to long think it’s time I return to where I started I’m not picking up the phone I’m

Busy in the studio the fake hide in with the snakes I can see it a mile away to think back then I was broke tryna eat

Now I’m making money taking care of my family I learned how to count on myself……(some times I gotta remind

Myself who I truly am) real bad man you know that’s how I was raised test me you ain’t getting up get your money up

Not your funny up I look at these kids laughing now a days they wanna be gangsters but never put in the work

Two faced people I can’t trust 75 percent of the time I never give a fuck but now a days I’ve been peeping these

Fake gangsters fake flexing on the gram still living in their Mumzys basement that could never be me

Real gangster born & raise I can’t trust no one cause everybody be two faced I keep my guard up cause I can’t afford

To go broke I remember them days I was on the block selling to make ends meet now I’m dropping songs back to

Back just gimme a week I’ll be fine your right I’m way to busy working I don’t know how to love right uh I married the

Money cause that’s the only thing my minds stuck on give a fuck about a Rolex my songs speak for themselves

So what you questioning my style for ?

(I gotta chase this money no time to waste) from the west side I was raised

Just ask my fam they’ll say I’m not one to play games with the mandem I’m tryna figure myself out I don’t have time

For love (I’ll knock a few mandem down I don’t have time for love I never learned to love properly) I never played fair