Baby lately I been counting cash we finna go up so fast like a flash every one hating saying we trash but haters gon hate not my problem still gotta decide my fate I got my one and only but I still feel so lonely praying to got staying holy I ain’t even come from the mud we still gon shed are blood we raising like a flood you missed out you was a dud he said he was real I got cut really it’s all skill no luck we getting buck for buck foreign2fast we rising up with the gas we not the type to harass love going fast look at the speedometer we close like fo kilometers heat high ice cold thermometer Miss my mom dead from 4 people always want more it always hurts in the core living is a chore I’m tryna speak real from the heart not good t that part graphing up like a chart ima stay on my grind still got someone on my mind sometimes it’s hard to find me I be talking high kee yuh I’m not lying yuh