Catch me somewhere on the east side

Mobbing with my n*****

Morning train rides dreaming of the sweet life

I need higher figures

A wise man once told me I can fly

If I pull the trigger

Up on cold nights drinking warm champagne

Thinking of how it all could change

I need my top down, feet up, 911, 2 seater

Me and my, mamacita mamacita mamacita

Picture me, rollin', burnt out, all in

I got the keyz to the game

I put that s*** all on my name

I put that s*** all on the truth

I lay it all down in the booth

No talking just plotting the moves

And let that s*** do what it do

And don’t you let it get confused

Don't forget I paid my dues

Tell the news tell the news

I'm running LATE, it’s overdue

Started from the dirt I had a lot of hurt

And felt a lot of pain for all it's worth

Sacrificed a lot of nights on dollar slices

Still ain't fill the appetite I heard

Echoed in my dome when studio was home

I hid it from my girl and friends at work

Never let myself forget it

2 minutes left I gotta get it

I'm on a speeding bullet aimed right at my fears

Tainted shades on but the vision crystal clear

Been on this road for too long I ain't stopping here

2 minute drill

I got my back against the wall without a care

In the red zone with my shades on, vision clear

Been on this road for too long I ain't stopping here

2 minute drill, yeah