Pull up in the city, lights shine on the whip,

Pull up in the city, lights shine on the whip, Pockets never empty, got that hustle in the grip, Botches wanna ride, tryna hop up in the ship, But loyalty is rare, so I keep a tight zip. Countin’ dirty money, turn it clean in a flash, Enemies lurkin’, but we ready for the clash, Gangs on the corner, yeah, they movin’ that stash, If you cross the wrong line, boy, you might not last. (Chorus) Money on my mind, bands in the stash, Botches on the line, tryna chase the cash, Gang in the back, yeah, we movin’ fast, Life on the edge, gotta make it last. (Verse 2) Diamonds on my chain, blood sweat on the grind, Every scar on my skin, another battle in time, Botches love the shine, but they can’t read the mind, ’Cause the pain run deep, but I leave it behind. Trap life heavy, gotta carry that weight, Dreams of a mansion, not a cell or a gate, Every move I make, it’s a risk that I take, But I’m married to the hustle, no chance for a break. (Bridge) From the block to the top, we gon’ flex these gains, Turn struggle to muscle, now we run these lanes, Botches, money, and gangs, yeah, it’s all in the game, But respect over fame, that’s the code I claim.