Look at me, do I look like I'm stuck Does it look like I'm stressing, bust Don't got a lot but got enough Hypnotized by dollar signs the money keep me to myself Wish I had [?] that I could increase my wealth If I ain't with T-Bo or Ghost can catch me smoking by myself Unless I'm posted in LA Smoking with Wulf, Chris, Bones and them Just got off the phone with El told me ways to better myself Nothing but amateurs in sight guess I just compete with myself I'm still on that 808 beat and n***a a** sh** f** responding to a tweet I pulled out on your a** quick Special moola [?] and turn your flex to ashes I don't care about much at all when I'm smoking and stacking I'm kicked back, relaxing, half a blunt in my right hand See me posted with your s*ut, ain't no telling what happened Just know when she get back to you she may have an accent She may teach you what I taught her to make you some cash quick See bruh when you hate on me, it's like you hating on yourself My potential to succeed is just something you cannot accept Get her wet so much I swear under hypnosis from my wealth But before I splurge on you I'd burn my funds and k** myself