Lyrics

Tryna go up I'm tryna go up Tryna go up and buy a Bentley truck Tryna go up and I won't be stuck Tryna go up and I won't be stuck, (yuh) I don't need a friend, I could die by myself I don't need to sell drugs to get my-y wished wealth, (aye, aye) Double G's around me and on my belt You might think I'm crazy but I got mental help You might think I'm done You may think I'm finished You might need a explanation for this little scrimmage You might think I'm dumb I done ruined my image Hold up, hold up Chasing the bag with the green like it's spinach (huh?, huh?, huh?)