Sitting in the work van Thinking of how to come up with more bands I need like 40K in my work pants I gotta take a risk I need more chance Can’t settle for less , I come from a poor fam Everyday is a struggle but I still make it through Anybody that know me they know I’m True I don’t sit around talking lies Im a classic guy Probably see me in a suit and tie Always ready to grind Always ready to shine Only thing on my mind Is to get to these dolla signs So I keep spinning like a fidget Just to get to these digits I don’t fuck around unless I’m fucking with some bitches Just to please my mind Then it’s time To clock back in To do some paper stacking All I do is paper chase Cause I need my money long Can’t wait two times a month I need my money fast Cause I got bills waiting from the past I’m trying to escape poverty One day own property Work hard to feel proud of me When I was young I had no money Had to find a way in the game hustling Mom and pops always taught me to be happy even when there was struggling Coming straight from the bottom Dealing with a lot of problems Feeling like a mathematician trying to solve them Instead I figured out how to multiply and divide them Now I carry blue faces Travel to new places Sippin on gold bottles with the A’s of spades Nothing in my life I will trade With all my ups and downs I made it all this way So I’ll never change Always going be the same Until the day I Gotta be put into a grave So far now ima keep in my lane And keep going on that paper chase Keep one on my waist Just in case a random face Trying to shorten my days Damn I feel amazed But that’s all I got for today Tomorrow isn’t promised to us So do it no matter whats in your way You’ll never know until you ride new waves