(Produced by Otavi Locke)

[Hook x8]

I gotta get it, money, power, respect, nigga

[Verse]

Opiates seeping through my pores while I'm flooring it

No stash box for the Glock, my lap where I'm storing it

Used to move weight through the country but now we touring it

Activis drought, but still I'm pouring it

Had a hunnit fifty pints tucked in the back of ya baby mother brib

You can't compare me to nothing, I'm on some other shit

You meet the bitch and you cuff her, that Danny Glover shit

We pop some pills then we fucking, that xanny lover shit

I play the block with my youngins, they on that thirsty shit

But cool, calm, and collected, tucking them thirty clips

Do what I say, they just waiting to twerk them dirty sticks

My fit cost me two thousand, but got on dirty kicks

Fuck all that birdy shit, nigga, I got like four jacks

And even when it's a shaky day, they make four racks

In highschool me and Nox was trapping out four acts

And even then it was nothing to let that four clap

But now I'm tryna get my act together

In the booth now, tryna get my raps together

But it's obvious that niggas gotta pack berettas

Cause these fuck niggas like to roll in packs together

But they don't know, a nigga like me been ready to die

I don't give a fuck, higher than Jesus, ready to fly

'Lotta niggas wanna put they hands on me, but never tried

Cause a nigga know, they put they hands on me they gon' fry

[Hook x8]

I gotta get it, money, power, respect, nigga