Money coming in slow but I ain't worried bout it
As long as my momma is good, I'm gon' continue smiling
I'd rather stack up my cash, than be out foreign styling
f** saving for a Bugatti, i'm trying to get an island
Old hoes be trying to chill with me but I ain't stressing bout it
Rather chill alone, smoking, bumping some old Gotti
2008, serving (?) me and that big 40
My paranoia a bad one, i'm f**ing with nobody
Be hard to sleep at night, I swear I'm so sick of the silence
But got so used to the gunshots and junkies and sirens
n***as be acting like b**hes, and these b**hes is childish
But you know me, imma be me and not even worry bout it
Had many thoughts of giving up on myself like a fool
(?) turn me into a man, it got something to prove
I'm a savage in these streets when it comes to my food
Most n***as living somebody else story, tryna look cool
I bet not one of you internet thugs would survive where I growed up
You can't be 20 n***as strapped, ten toes down with a foam cup
Only real n***as around, ain't no hoes on my roster
Talking (?) up on my block, guarantee you get chopped up
n***a, you don't know the feeling of keeping a Glock tucked
I had beef on every other street but wasn't running from nada!
Got a barrel on my side, hit you in the corner of Gwualla
So every day that i'm awake, find a way to make dollars
My n***a Rico with the sh**s, swear he will molliwop ya!
Still screaming f** these p**y a** crooked cops bruh!
Miss lunchin' hard with my partners, (?) he got locked up
Trying to stop being cold hearted, I just hope that it's possible