[Hook]

God help us niggas dying seems we out of luck

Riding dirty rhyming towards a million bucks

Shorty love the hustle say I got the perfect touch

Makin' moves like clockwork till my time is up

[Verse1]

I swear it be times like this I go thru phases

Tracking down that paper like Liam Neeson from taken

I dream it then I made it a reality create my own salary

Cuz wasn't no savings fund for me waiting

Smokin' contemplating how to take over the world

Thorobred light skin nigga minus the curls on my smooth shit

Love em smart cool ass fluffier than cool whip

These niggas like bitches with they 2 cent

Fuck they gon do when time reveals who was really bout it

I'm here to leave change like that uncle sleep on the couch

And man all of you niggas trash of bunch of Oscar the grouches

Who face identity crisis when real niggas around em, I know They heart sink to they stomach from overwhelming presence

I just stay true to myself acquire all the leverage

Fresh yes we keep it raw

Boogie down bring it on

It's just me and my dawgs and we riding out like I am legend

[Hook]

God help us niggas dying seems we out of luck

Riding dirty rhyming toward a million bucks

Shorty love the hustle say I got the perfect touch

Makin moves like clockwork till my time is up