The Movie [Verse 1] Live from hells kitchen its only a few chose By the time you start getting money my money gon' be more Check a n***a swagger you n***as shoes old You couldn't walk and step in my shoes I'm sold as Gold Back in the bowl, sh** on you [?], piss on you [?] Rip off your pockets, I'm gutter, go back in your a**hole The bigger the pot get, the drama it come with the money The trips, the fame, the luxury whips You talking that rich talk, I cooked up with a pitchfork Lord forgive me for my sins these n***as need chalk Your career already dead before you get on Study my mixtapes, write about my fancy wardrobe I embrace n***as, I made you a k**a Dope boy superior, Bloody green interior As the plot thickens you n***as get more serious Where your comfort come from Your mom your dad your homies They lied to ya you barely survivin' Championship too you ain't coming back alive The day I stop using Autotune thats when its gone die Until then I create melodies thats influenced by promethazine I was chasing bricks before I chased the dream Plotting on a scheme I smell the fake I smell the phony I smell the thieves You can't get rid of me I'm a problem to be reckoned with, I'm wrecking sh** (on the phone) Yo whats going on whats going on Where you at I'm over here at the god damn studio I thought you were gonna pull up Man I can't get no sleep I been up a month straight n***a I ain't slept I been countin' money n***a my knuckles hurt n***a Man we got to turn up on these n***as man They think a n***a sleep or something I'm just countin' money They think a n***a sleep? Right no sleep Say no more