Would you wait for me if i had no money to my name

Would you leave if i told you that i would never change

Had to see what this was all about

Your priorities are offset the way you try to gain clout

Open your mouth to only be in doubt

Too many greens and moss

I had to take a different route

Keep my grass low

Play with my fiddle then pass dough

Light my cigar in Cuba, RIP Fidel Castro

Pass me the hookah, I was in class slow

Lastly the computer, staring at fat ass hoes

Avianti rose gold, solitaire on froze

Outdated drip, outrageous trips

Popping tags, carrying bags that weigh more than Shaq

From the hood, I forgot how to act

Carry the strap, on the scouting report

You always gotta know where I'm at

You ain't a gangsta if none of the Juveniles Nolia (know ya) clap..

Made your whole year in month yeah uh, bitches on my dick coz they fiesty uh

Haters be dissin but I flexin money uh

Fuckers try dissin then text you support, yeah uh

But Im tired of cashin these checks on me

These ho’s be climbing all over me

Aye, see look

Mr incredible, mrs elastigirl

When you in trouble they come out to save the world

Uh

Yeah, I'm spitting fire in the booth I'm magical, you just lost a tooth, I'm playing' chess you checkers, I even spent hundad' bands on my shoes, You look like a cube you say you famous, your nobody who? Boy you are dumb, I need quick crap done, bada boom click clack done, boy you look like you like apples, so I can call you freaking' Macintosh, black or white, kids be doing' the floss, you work for me, boy I'm the boss... I got sauce you is lost, pour it all on your mom hol'up stop, My homies exchangin' shots in the parking lot! Huh?

Let me tell you about something

I came up from nothing

So that’s why you see me stunting

Yuh

Let me tell you about grinding

Working on my writing

So that’s why you see me shining

Yuh

Let me show you about rapping

Worked hard to make it happen

Whilst you were busy napping

Yuh

There’s been days I haven’t slept

Been up 24/7 to perfect

All these skills that I possess

Yuh

Let me tell you about money

This money made girls love me

When before they didn’t even look at me

Yuh

Let me tell you about fake friends

Used to chill with them on the pavements

And now they want your paycheque

Yuhr