[Intro]

We gon' break this down and roll a blunt

Yeah!

[Verse 1]

Since the seventh grade, I was told I would never excel

Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail

Destined to fail, but I done came to far to turn back

Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks

I learned to add and subtract

And I never went back

To that lil' school I had been sent to, find some shit I could get in to

Been through mo' by the time I was eighteen, then most people go through

Before they thirty

Ha, I'm from the motherfuckin' dirty! Dirty!

Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker

In one ear and out the other

I got a brother named bubba, different daddy, same mother

Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker

Momma tell me "Son, it's time to settle down"

Momma your baby's a player and I get around

I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed

The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

[Hook]

If I had a dollar for all of y'all that wanna see me in my grave

I could just pack up and move away and spend the rest of my days, gettin' paid

If I had a dime for every time, somebody tried to insult my game

I'd be in the islands, doin' fine, countin' money, sippin' some champaign

[Verse 2]

Woo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension

I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention

I grew up, makin' bargains to get back on the streets

I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet

I'm money minded! Saw my people progress

Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest

Stayin' stressed, peepin' out the curtains

Knowin' death is certain, I know them killers is lurkin', haha!

I use to smirkin' when I ride by they broke ass

I ain't stuntin' 'em, 'cause they ain't makin' no cash

I'ma let them royalty checks accumulate

We so good with it, there's nothin' you can do but hate (Hahahaha!)

[Hook]

If I had a dollar for all of y'all that wanna see me in my grave

I could just pack up and move away and spend the rest of my days, gettin' paid

If I had a dime for every time, somebody tried to insult my game

I'd be in the islands, doin' fine, countin' money, sippin' some champaign

[Verse 3]

(Phew) I gotta be thinkin' I'm get my ass killed, filled with strap kneel

'Cause over the passed years, it's bad here in Nashville

This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field

Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real

Dropped a CD at every jackhead club out

To get me thinkin' I'm a million dollar mothafucka

But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn

Visions of Benz's be bought and money bein' burned

I might not hit the billboard but I'm keepin' it crunk

And I get much love in Beechwood and lil' Will's trunk

You know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that

I get big love where I be at, bitch, believe that

So many setbacks, I got to try to overcome

I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb

I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh

While that AK-47 shell cut me in half (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)

[Interlude]

Yeah, then you woke up you hater, why don't you do something with your life? Get money boy

Get up off yo' ass, stop hatin' on me and mine and get ya own

That's what the hell you need to do, bring the hook back, boy!

[Hook]

If I had a dollar for all of y'all that wanna see me in my grave

I could just pack up and move away and spend the rest of my days, gettin' paid

If I had a dime for every time, somebody tried to insult my game

I would just—

[Outro]

First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire

What couldn't I do if I had that? (Hahahahaha!)