A nigga tryna make in this world full of sin, demons round' the corner, tryna to take me out again Always on guard, I'm always on 10, standing on business, give a fuck about a friend, Approached a crossroads, that's when my life began, Avoided all the whispers, that's been playing in my head, I was dead broke, it was time to make this bread, first, I had to put all all my demons back to bed, toking Mary Jane, was how I kept my edge, anger had it's grip, pulled me close to the ledge, I had to let go, and formulate a plan, get my money up, so I had a foot to stand, started chasing money, like dope to a fiend, tryna move commas, and keep the money cleaned, hand-picked niggas that I wanted on my team, niggas that was loyal, and keep the murder clean, My niggas gon' eat, we all gotta win, My shooters gon shoot, they ain't got no hesitance, we got up out the hood, felt like the Exodus, now we living good, nothing short of excellence, all because I brag, don't mean it's arrogance, I moving on up, just like the Jeffersons, keep my hands, they ain't got no evidence, we sitting at the table splitting up our dividens,