[Intro]
Streets cold
Ain't no promised lords
Jays
Drug dealers
Money flippers
Hustlers, hoes
Everybody tryna get some money
Where there's Jigga
Or rider
Broke all my life
My mom was struggling
I ain't have no choice but to get my bands up
I'll do anything for the racks
I was born to this world to do one thing
And that's finesse
I done got so good at this shit
They started calling me the finesse father
