some say we not good but we never from the hood just a hustler tryna hustle my food with my big moves, imma keep chasing bags filled with stacks and em racks then I get some, balling I'm the next turn. trapping on a low, vibing and we smoke up with the medal I put it to the medal pray to God, spark some blunts staying far from cops No caps, I'm just putting on my cap like coming bigger with em punch lines this time I tryna ask myself every time too many question are we been deceived or we dumb indeed feeling like I got stucked in a box and I'm thinking within normal life, like daily its a steady routine what's life for a nigga who en got peace nigga gon be tripping till his work get him dripping huge steps on a low, mehn I'm working hard spitting hot rhymes, dope lines all night