I threw 60 racks inside the river

If you retreating ima get ya

Bitch I always been a go getta

They plotting on me

What’s the agenda

This forty shoot any gender

It fuck up all your intestines

Who you testing

Ima test em

Niggas folding under pressure

I ain’t trynna give em lectures

I won’t condone no shitty effort

Those shitty bars fail to impress us

I wake up thinking bout my blessings

I disregard you no acception

And I ain’t gotta answer questions

I really like to keep em guessing

When I get rich watch me throw 60 racks inside the river

I Always saw a badass motherfucker when I looked inside the mirror

And Bitch I’m feeling sick

Cuz I still ain’t rich

I’m trynna spend 50 on a fit

It ain’t my fault you still ain’t shit

I’d rather die then be a bitch

I don’t feel bad no not a bit

I’m bout my coin just like it’s bit

It’s gon be wounds that can’t be stitched

We pull up on

Dump a hunnid shots

Until they gone

You ever get so done with life

That sometimes you wish you weren’t born

I isolate myself from everyone

I feel like Jason Bourne

And I been feeling like I’m

Here to stay and I ain’t talking Korn