First class right now, on the way to the A
Gotta get it in my eye, I ain't come to play
Told mama, hope to stretch, the men's on the way
State Farm Arena, New Dallas backstage
In the streets every day, I gotta get paid
Before you jump in the streets, you look both ways
From the slump, I know about the dark days
The other day, I got some free games for my J
I can't take it till my mama had it
Come for them, try to tell him what the bros
We networking in the winter
On the phone with Unc, he keep saying F is E
Man, and he ain't lying
Ain't no coming in the spot if you ain't buying
I love my little bro to death, but he stay blind
One thing about him here, I'ma hustle for mines
I'm the real thing, I don't need a coach
No sign, but if you need one, the streets can vouch
Came a long way, started with an ounce
Made bank truck, dreaming, I just wanna bounce
Five-star meal, trying, I can't pronounce
Would a week without recording, but I'm back focused
I'm out of state, best believe the trap's still rolling
Name good around the world, they gon' tell you I'm golden
I'm the type to pass the bottle if I see that you open
Spike it here, give us two hours, we'll be back open
P.S. Hayden on this, they can't stop the motion
Huh, I said what I said
You would think we loaf, boys
I keep this one
Some bread, auntie loves sippin' drinks
She gon' keep us some meds
You ever see her on the camera, get shot in the head
Crazy, don't break you down
I ain't broke down in a minute, been buzzin' out pounds
I'm at the wheelie, it ain't nothin' but rapes and lambs
I signed a deal, it ain't for me, I'm doin' it for the fam
Grind hard every day, I need more bread
Send Patricia across from Lenny's, we ain't buckhead
Tryna make the fours, the feds
Too much motion goin' on, I have to scare
If that's what I want, for sure I'ma pay
I know some people that I miss
That's gone and dead
Labels callin' every day, but I treat it like it's nothin'
Till I sign some paperwork, every day I'm still hustlin'
I don't want you around if I feel like I can't trust you
Man, I'm tryin' to get rich
I know some **** down that road, cause they want snitch
I know that **** don't buy jewelry, just invent some bricks
I'ma walk a beat, damn, ****, I hardly miss
There's somethin' about the taste, I need to do some tricks
I know I'm the one, ****, for rap lists
I'm out the way, I'm countin' up, I'm on some trap
90 day run, I ain't even switch my outfit
Failing to read the pen, I'm on some trap
Tell me I'm the L.A.