I believe in myself

Where was you when I needed help?

Don't come at me with yo hand out

I'm focused I got a plan now

Don't even trip had to get back on my shit

You taking hoes out on a date, I'm taking risks

Every time I hit the stu' I make a hit

If there ain't no money involved to me it ain't making no sense

I took a lil and I made a lot

Niggas be trappin I know what they doing they making it hot

Is you gon love me if I make it or not?

44 used be hugging the block, now he gone

Can't even call my nigga on the phone

I've been having so much pain I can't even put it all in a song

Niggas wanna be friends with ya just to run up in ya home

Get you alone put one in yo dome

For some money even a name

Couple bricks even a chain

Be ready if you gon' be in the game

What is money if you don't got a brain?

Haters always tryna talk down throw shots at me they don't know how to aim

Whoever raised them should be ashamed

Swerving in and out of my lane

You gotta compare me to grace cause I'm on the top spot

My nigga told me that he always gon be there but my nigga got shot

Remember when we had the block hot

Remember when we had the stove for heat

When I make it we all gon feast

Imma cop me a Patek Philippe

One day we gon get out the streets get out the mud

Geeks in the hood can't get out of drugs

Fucked up ran off on the plugs

Shit's changed since I gotta buzz

Bad hoes been showing me love

Back in the day they ain't giving me no attention

Now I'm in a whole nother position

We reelin man like we going fishing

I treat the studio like it's the kitchen

Whenever I drop it they go and listen

Blood sweat and tears I put in some years I can feel my palms itching

Try and get it I been gone and missing

Snakes in the grass I hear em hissing

Between me and you? a big difference

R and p pimp I'm big pimping

My nigga say he gon quit sipping

Niggas blowing the bread they big tripping

Gotta drink I gotta stick with it

When it comes to the flow I"m sick with it

Had to remind myself

I had to find myself

I was lost I couldn't settle for working for nobody else I'm too much of a boss

I'm quiet I don't need to talk

I'm tryna stack a mil in a vault

Niggas throwing shade and salt

Jay-Z the way I brush em off

Niggas hating cause I'm taking off

It ain't easy I'm paying the cost

Kept it real and still got cross

Actin hard but niggas be soft

I couldn't wait

I was hungry I needed a plate

Still remember the day

Niggas tried to stunt in my face

Tryna get out the slums

It ain't no fun I'm tryna be great

They don't even wanna give money all niggas wanna do is hate