I was five or six when I got my finger slit

I was like "that shit hurt" then I was like

"that shit has to hurt!"

Cuz nobody stop for work, they work till the work is hurt

And I don't want no fakes around me that dig dirt

Extrovert with the sharp needle

A shark attack on rough waters like a creeper

I dont beep I pass the smack and turn this into a heater

My mind is a goldmine for casting up dimes

Quarters was my piece till I had a piece

The tension starts to rise and I begin to be on par with em

But I dont want no relations I just can't be on time with em

Wear no colors I can't clown with em

There must be something wrong can't handlе em

But as my reclusion starts to end

I start to hatе again time and time again

Cuz I'm set motion, rock hard no lotion

Drop top with porsches, and black benzes opus

Working under pressure but not oppression

My dogs ambitious without limitation

My pound moves around then comes back

And its greener like a goblin

They toxic I waste em

In the trash they seperated

Claim they made it, that shit is old

Their bones are excavated

I start to think to myself is it even worth it

All the hassle for a payment or better yet, a payday

I cause crime everyday, thats different

I got scales that deflect even Dante

When it comes to gunplay you may cry

I got the fire of olympus, you may die

Running up a check I still got some time

Till I make amounts then I'm cashing out

Buying saint laurent till I'm passing out

Passing out