[Intro]

(I'm done talking homie I think Imma show 'em something

All these mothafuckas really think that I should owe 'em something)

[Hook]

I was talking 'bout the trap from a trap phone

You on the wrong train homie, cuz the tracks gone

Ain't nobody give me shit, I got a backbone

Only selling loud 'cuz you know my pack strong

Told myself I had to wake up (yeah, yeah)

Told myself I had to go and get my cake up

Sick and tired of waiting, these pussy bitches hating (huh)

Working so hard, leaving no time wasted

[Verse 1]

I was working hard, tryna get my money longer

You ain't rich if you ain't talking 'bout money launder

I got bands in my Louis V, buy it I don't need a tag

All these rappers sending shots, fuck it imma send it back

You a little pussy no wonder why you got nine lives

Feed you with the biscuit homie, ain't talking Popeyes (nah, nah)

All these mothafuckas talking shit they tryna steal my shine

Fuck it Imma talk back, dog I'm finna take what's mine

Yeah, this fucking game is so incredible

All these rappers seniors but I swear they not credible

Y'all been on some foul shit lately, that's a technical

Every fucking Dallas rapper the same, I swear they identical

Don't talk shit 'cuz I spark shit, do it fast

Punch you in the fucking jaw, put your face up in a cast

Imma always be first, really dog we know you last

I'm the type to make it out the gutter, make the thunder blast

[Hook]

I was talking 'bout the trap from a trap phone

You on the wrong train homie, cuz the tracks gone (yuh)

Ain't nobody give me shit I got a backbone (yeah)

Only selling loud 'cuz you know my pack strong (for real)

Told myself I had to wake up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Told myself I had to go and get my cake up

Sick and tired of waiting, these pussy bitches hating (huh)

Working so hard leaving no time wasted

[Verse 2]

And that's the truth, when I hop in the booth you know I spit it

I been a hustler since day one, you know I get it

Lately, I been thinking, I'm stressed out, I'm drinking

I'm getting older by the day, opportunity shrinking

Yeah, my uncle in the prison, know he call me daily

When he get out he said, "We gon be like Weezy and Baby"

I gotta keep shit tucked on me the streets crazy

I gotta work hard every day ain’t no being lazy

Matt telling me that I gotta go harder

Writing down my life story, Imma fucking author

Now I’m understanding life, do it with the right crowd

Blow up in a couple years, tryna make my parents proud

And that’s the way it really goes

I don’t care about these hoes

Tryna make this paper

And I’m tryna blow up on my own

That’s that real shit

Motherfuckas in the game they acting, acting like Will Smith