If you knew what I been going thru my **** you won’t come round here and tryna play me like a fool, I’ve been thinking an I’m ready to do whatever I’m prepared to shoot I know the money colorful

Lights everywhere it’s colorful

**** kill **** horrible

For the money and fame they bound to do

Sending shots without no clue

I turned 18 learnt the basics went to places became nameless shot stainless stacking papers acting shameless

Keep my head up and mask the hatred

I don’t give a fuck if it’s bad or dangerous

Ima shoot a bitch if she not the same with me

 

Stacking this shit like a proper Tetris

I see dollar signs like the one in matrix

I rather go coupe than to buy a Lexus

The time we was broke ain’t nobody text us

They piped how we living now the tryna get us

Fuck them **** they never believe in us

I’m young and I’m paid I like the textures

From pain to gain I’m in the city of Texas

My the good lord bless us

I ain’t chasing no fame i’m not pretentious

I just do my thing and I’m always cautious

I know God do watch us

I don’t gat too much choice

No love with no choice

This is my redemption

If you knew what I been going thru my **** you won’t come round here and tryna play me like a fool, I’ve been thinking an I’m ready to do whatever I’m prepared to shoot I know the money colorful

Lotta those times I piped the range

Tears start falling but hid the pain

No bad bitch on my instagram

I’m gas’s out if I hit the stage

Step by step but I hate the pace

I Know Gods time amazing grace

When it’s my time I’m glaze my face

Keeping it cool don’t catch a case

But they trouble start coming when you get famous

Late nights, Styrofoam sitting on the dresser

Top boy pull to the arena

That paper make me laugh (like Haynes )

500 thousand in cash no cleaner

I just know how it’ gets when I seen her

Como estas she looks like Latina

Face card her back side so demure

She say she wan money and more

Ap gucci sweater and Dior

Next day she wan go to the club

Party at the block if them **** sending shots I’m strapped with my Glock

You know the **** don’t run

I’ve seen too much faces I don’t want war

Lost so many races I don’t give a fuck