[Hook: Ea$y Money]

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

[Verse 1: Termanology]

I sleep two hour increments, flee from deadly incidents

Me and my clique we sip and dabble in the bricks

My life was undecided, divided by guns and violence

And sirens, I know I'm high and I'm flying, but who's the pilot?

Nobody home in his dome, I'm all alone in this zone

I'm finna make it all alone with these poems

You know, I'm like a lost prophet, and not to get off-topic

But I got enough skeletons to fill a large closet

I ain't a goon or a killer or a murderer

But I kill beats, and rappers I always murder them

My perspective on collecting money from reckless methods

Is get a check but check for detectives in the sketchy Lexus

Trying to arrest and check us for weapons and lead dispensers

But they stay rocking vest protectors or get sent to the essence

I write my rhymes with a complex-ness

So my content is fresh, cuz it's senseless to waste a bar or sentence

[Hook: Ea$y Money]

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

[Verse 2: Termanology]

On my way to heaven, every time I grab the ladder

It shatters, collapses to ashes and passes with the traffic

I stay sipping them plastic cups 'til that liquor hit me

Serving white to them biddies, lotta Whitneys and Britneys

I creep throughout the city, sneaking a hammer with me

In the truck, getting drunk, ain't need it, but it was with me

If I needed it, I was ready to squeeze it and just plead the fifth

But I got two seeds to miss, and that loyalty's a bitch

I love my freedom too much to give the key up

To a piece of shit that make me fill up a pee cup

And the re-up was so fire I would erupt

Turn the block molten lava the way it heat up

I'm on my way to heaven, but I can't escape the devil

And the ghetto girls putting DNA inside a jello

I changed my mental from making chips in the rental

And staying bent to making cheddar off rhyming and instrumentals

[Hook: Ea$y Money]

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

[Verse 3: Termanology]

Third grade, couldn't go to school for a whole week

Pop dukes beat me down, left marks on my cheek

They want to call the police, but me, I let it go

I told them no, I love my pops, I let it show

My crib got shot up the first time when I was eight

Should have seen my face, I knew trouble was on the way

And my aunt was a prostitute, hooking every day

Crazy pimps looked me in my eye and showed me the way

"Punch a bitch in the eye, only way she gonna pay

Leave a stitch, break a bone, only way she gonna stay."

This my real life, y'all rappers be making shit up

My babysitter smoked mad crack and stayed lit up

Eyes all bugged out, pupils like black pennies

Crackhead step-mama--shout out to Jenny

And not to put my business all in my written shit

But this really is my real life, so I can spit the shit

[Hook: Ea$y Money]

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long

I done waited too long, now it's straight to the top

Been holding my breath for too long

Gotta make it to heaven, I done been through hell

Been holding this stress for too long