[Verse]

I'm doing good, I can't complain

If you was in my shoes, you'd probably say the same

And all the ladies love me, they love to say my name

It's funny how one year of fame can make your life change

So I soak it up, and I keep pushing

Everybody eating off my plate, so I keep cooking

No need to worry, I was built for it

No need for sleep, I'm up working while you niggas snoring

But still I'm slept on, the most underrated

The streets most favorite, slash most hated

I walk a thin line, and still level headed

Hard boddied, real nigga, thurrobread

I'm doing fine, plus I'm feeling better

This year is mine, last year I tried to tell them

But they ain't listen to me, why? That's my only question

I put my all on the mic, when I make any session

They say a drunk mind, speak sober thoughts

With that being said, I'm better than all of y'all

Spit fire molotovs, shining like [?]

Take a chicken, then I flip it like a summersalt

That means I'm flipping, stack the chips and take a summer off

And throw the money in the air, make the summer fall

Damn, make it rain on these faggets

And I ain't tripping on this rap game, you can have it

It's plenty ways to get it, and I'm a straight hustler

Watching for you leaches, and all you bloodsuckers

Young Money army, Cash Money navy

Weezy is the president, the boss man is Baby

Gudda