It was hard sticking to the grind

A new york state of mind

Ain't no bitch gon’ waste my time trying to incline

Bagging up like 20 dimes

Im into crime

So fuck it ill let this hammer fly

Had it looking like 4th

Way before july

Take a look into my eyes

Ill tell if you in disguise

Broken promise you die

Mama told me dont cry

Your time ain't even arrive

So why you acting so blind

Everything is gone be fine

Turning dimes into commas

Im a money making monster

Penne le vodka pasta

Eating swell like a mobster

I been meaning to prosper

Crossing names of the roster

Trying hold the same posture

In the mazzi no mazda

Kamakazi armada

My genes it came from my father

You pussy and i won't bother

Push me im at you collar

Have you dancing like its salsa

False accusing gon’ cost

Get ya bitch ‘for i moss her

Riding out with the bosses

I ain't losing for none

They ain't show me no love

When i was up in the mud

Man none of hat shit was fun

Broken heart of a thug

Clouds instead of the sun

Said im gone become the one

And then i finally won

X2

Heavy hitting

No chevy whipping

My vision different

Inferred it won't miss em

All my mans with the shits

You'll get hit from a distance

Always sipping on 40s

But pouring some for the kid

My old shawty didn't get

The way i was tryna live

Now that chick tryna forgive

I told her stick with that trick

And get right up off my dick

Little fucking corny bitch

I ain't begging you for shit

Either you gone let me hit

Or you just gone have to split

Max the damage inflicted

Parts of my story missing

Think these diamonds just gon’ glisten

Without a single commission

To dollar signs im committed

Chasing a bag addiction

Not to mention

All the limited edition bitches

Getting into my addition

For admission just to clip em

Then i skip em

Flip the scrip from my women

I know bloods and some cripping

Shit all of my hitters gripping

Curry clay and a pippin

You won't ever catch me slipping

Got back up shots thats gone sick em