[Intro]Yo, let me talk my shit for a minuteTrust gang shit[Verse]Lack of money can cause stressFor a cheque I took a dance with the devil in a prom dressI was tired of seeing my mom stressI had a meeting with the man upstairs but I took the wrong stepsI had to get it from the dirt and a cellTook my talent and motivation turned into a brandThe first thing on my plans, start a business get a bagBut it's hard when them crackers got the purse string in they handsWe all pay price in this game of lifeGamble with it, shake the diceHope it lands you where it's rain or riceTo be honest, I don't take advice from niggasWho ain't ran up a cheque then lost and had to make it twiceSend my niggas to where you lay at nightWake you up with a gat in your faceBitch, say good night!Oh, she ain't died, I'ma make it rightI sneak in, kill you and the nurses trying to save your lifeNigga, fuck all that humble shitI came in the game to be the best, I ain't come for friendsI stay ready, never getting ready, I come with clipsNo heat on my waist that I gotta carry with other [?]When y'all coming from the same place but our mindset is the differenceStreet sweeper, keep the broom like a closet in the kitchenCome walk a mile in my shoesThe good die young so we toast with a glass full of fountain of youthBitch!
