Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad,fuck clout I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, im about to make it rapping,im about to make it happen,im boit to be #1 for sure no doubt mad cause i drop 20,thousand on my mouth n a mil on my house give u rat in hater something to talk about chase that clout Yeah.