Verse One: They tryna figure me out. Don’t wanna rap. I know my phone’s tapped. I wanted to start a business the moment I realized I was outgrowin’ the trap. I can’t even fold all these racks. I got some dough on me that I won’t show on the air. Them niggas know where I’m at (pull up) I’m guessin’ they knowin’ I’m strapped. One deep in my zone, B. Room full of people I’m lonely. I don’t really need any no homies. Matter fact, fuck a friend. My bitch askin’ where I’ve been. When I’m out? I’m gettin’ in. I ain’t goin’ out if I can’t get it in. I’m growin’ up, I’d rather flip the spin. Verse Two: I’ve been ducked off in the cut tryna tuck it all, I ain’t spendin’ much. Like I’m above the law I’m in a rental. Hustler might just fuck it off on a Bentley truck. Now I’ll run it up right in front of you. Even if it don’t go right, I’ll be alright. Never know what you might run into, like what if you ain’t have that gun with you? I can’t remember when I put it down, I’m scared my nightmares might come true. Is life fair? Know karma is real. Got a dark past and my nerves bad. I’m right up the way from where I used to serve at. Go to school to live at. Your fake ass raps? I really live that. Offline, I really get at. Get the pack and get nasty. Big facts. I’m in traffic. Your bitch happy. I just had her get nasty. Across the street from curb Patrick. Money was my first habit. Hustlers, we the worst addicts. Just look at what I’ve earned rappin’. Get on my grind, I ain’t never turned back. I earned that. I deserve that. Same hood where I damn near got murked at. To confirm that I fly out every chance I get.
