at the car wash folding towels (towwels) and rhyming vowels thats what i used to do when i got paid by the hour got used to working at night as if i was an owl breaking my back in those times they were so sour hungry for power i started stacking up my bread had a solid goal in mind that got me out my head learned how to control my dimes the fives and the tens with time i got better rhymes to write with the pen slowly becoming a man i got a better job running these racks every week like i was in the mob then i started buying drip from my feet to the top bitches started loving me they knew that i was hot eventually i got a whip and got my own crib thats when niggas started hating so i got a grip they knew the bag i was chasing i cant take that risk he lurking around too much put him on a spliff lil bitch wanted me to wife her and buy her a birkin but i know that she a liar cause i be observing