For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn all the way through town

Why? Glory, that's why, glory

We all know little glories, we're just not good at big glories

Yeah

Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless

Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans (Yeah)

And I look at the dirt, seen a rose grow

Ran it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold (Rose gold)

Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go (For real)

Jump back in the field when the shows slow (Mhm)

The money is flyin', these hoes know

If you don't know now, you'll never know (Yeah)

You state and you federal

You gettin' it in, you goin' legit (You know)

You start to need discipline, you handle your business, you stackin' your chips (For real)

I'm writing my goals down, I'm knockin' 'em all down, I'm scratchin' the list (That's facts)

I'm mad that cappin' exist, 'cause **** be rappin' 'bout that when they really this

Bro mad I ain't poppin' my shit, but who you know rockin' like this who come from the trenches?

All the free game I'm kickin', I'm quick to go turn up my ****, they do it for bitches

You never had pressure like this, all the deals they be sendin' is multi-million

I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these **** lost in the sauce, keep talkin' 'bout killing

All of the killers I know, they don't even talk, shit, I'm sayin' too much right now

"Face, you a rich-ass ****," but I'll still sleep in the city, you can ask Young Joc

You know it's Chanel for the skully, I rock one like regular business, just ask NaNa (Facts)

My son, he can't even talk, but he hop in the back of the Benz, he wave bye-bye

These **** be geekin' for nothin'

Last night, I had a dream about money

Woke up out my sleep thinkin' the same thing

Fuck it, I'm spendin' a hundred (Ayy)

****, go put you some cuffs on your main thing

If I'm in your city, she fuckin'

Old-school squad, no buttons

****, they hate me, I love it

My ratchet in public, I'm thuggin'

Still pushin' P's like Gunna (Still pushin')

YSL on like Thug 'nem

Akorn red for my Blood fam

Pick a bag up, put the guns down

Droppin' bags off with my gun on me

Thick-ass bitch, puttin' ones on her

Bitch need to listen, make not a sound

Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless

Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans (Yeah)

And I look at the dirt, seen a rose grow

Ran it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold (Rose gold)

Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go (For real)

Jump back in the field when the shows slow (Mhm)

The money is flyin', these hoes know

If you don't know now, you'll never know