everyday I gotta grind get the money-work hard in the winter and ball all summer long-im in the trenches moving like a rolling stone-rolling like a locomotive moving with the fire coming-right behind him is them guns that shoot crazy-game tight nigga so dont play me- I hustle hard crack baby born in the 80s-young plus can sing had them bitches going crazy-that bitch say she want to be my girl -I told her maybe if I can fuck you later-going hard shooting 3's like the lakers-middle fingers up to my competition and my haters-it ain't nothing to get ya team right and get to the paper-all I want is bread winners in my sections I can't stand a beggar that shit just ain't player-