Lyrics

[Verse] You was on the fence, shoulda picked a side Chicks staring at my wrist till they're hypnotised I ain't spitting lies, look me in my eyes All my hittas ride, all my dinners fly My whole set lit, gotta get rich Life been hectic, now my Patek drip In twenty-four hours I make bread flip More money, more powder than Nesquik Take a look at my environment All my bruddas on ends flying 'em Heated floors inside the crib, heated seats inside the Bеnz A lot of rappers plastic like fives and tеns Live on the streets, you're just live on your IG Girl in the sheets, earlier she wanna fight me You was in the courtroom singing like Tyrese Might grab a Porsche soon and upgrade my timepiece Remember nights, electric on emergency Now my jacket Burberry, people show me courtesy Free my hittas locked in the system, I'm constantly dripping Tryna put my family in a proper position See the drops that I'm whipping, can't stop the tradition And I need that crib, it's gonna cost me a million Hit something up but you only shot a civilian Work with a brudda, don't give a fuck what's his religion I'm really in the game, no EA Sports Imagine what I get it in PK for Lot of ups and downs, it's the life we live Cash up front like a striker is Stacking money up, go buy a crib Plugged in like a Fire stick Writ off my last Merc, I was kinda pissed Had to go home and light a spliff Minor setbacks and major comebacks If you're really in the T then where your funds at? Gotta stack cash, can't backtrack Can't put my whole life on my Snapchat Risking my neck, things I did for the set Helped you out, you were quick to forget Made a change in the hood but things don't change in the hood Now the crib's got gates in the woods