Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah. I don't mess with bitches, they always causing drama I stay on my grind, stacking up my commas They always talking shit, but they ain't got no proof I'm too busy making moves, they just stuck in the loop I ain't got time for fake friends and fake love I'm focused on my goals, rising above They try to bring me down, but I ain't gonna fall I'm too strong for that, standing tall I'm a final , I run my own show I don't need no hoe , I'm in control I'm independent, I don't need validation I'm confident in myself, no hesitation I'm a king, I know my worth I won't settle for less, I deserve the best I don't play games, I keep it real I'm a bad bitch, that's just how I feel