Uh I'm tryna make a couple millions
Tryna stack my money to the ceiling
I'm on a paper chase with no time to waste
So I could give a f** about your feelings
You wonna go to war okay I'm ready and I'm willing
I hear they talking sh** but I ain't worry I'm just chilling
Puffing on some k**er yes my marijuana make a k**ing
Somebody get me a casket
I was raised by a single mother yea I'm a f**ing ba*tard
I been writting since the age of twelve
Way before everybody wanted to be a rapper
That was like six years ago I think it was two thousand seven
I'm bless by the man the watching us from heaven
f** the world I don't trust nobody not even a reverend
I'm tryna make a couple millions and become a legend
This rap thing is easy you just gotta keep it real and simple
I ain't tryna double up my money Im tryna make it triple
You don't wonna f** with me cuz I go off like c4
My family is the only thing that I would k** for
This is for the streets f** the radio and the billboard
Born in Texas raised in minnesota yea I keep it trill hoe
I don't gang bang I got respect for all the g's
Fraud n***as get stomp,make your p**y a** bleed
Better use the right color when your in a gang's property
Or else you might get jump or k** for disrespecting the set
Remember show respect to get respect
Unless your gang banging then f** it don't be
Afraid to let them know what you rep
But when its time to die don't b**h about it,be a g
And take the bullet to the head
And you know the rule in the streets don't be talking to the feds
It's a cold world and it's full of f**ing snakes
I hear them hissing in my gra**
I'm smoking blunts and drinking beer remeniscing about the past
Wondering if my life would be different if I had my dad
I'm a fool droped out of high school,I use to fail every cla**
I Showed up high as f**, I use to get and f on every f**ing test
No diploma but that don't stop me, I'm still reaching for success
I'm tryna make a couple millions before my d**h