Got the hood on my back got money on my brain everything I do and say got a purpose to optain. every single days a struggle money getting to my brain getting millis by the double bitch you swerving in my lane hoe watch what you say around people like me my squad goes deep leave yo body in the street i dont really talk about it i let my actions speak nighas hating on my swag know they wanna be me made an undercover tunnel swearving 12 no trouble nedda make these bands double feelling like i won the lotto said ill see your ass tomorrow big thick asian needa borrow tryan make a nigha happy while they baby with no bottle no nore struggle when a real nigha enters your life bitch ill pipe real good youll be labeled my wife but dont get your self confused im just here for the flight wanna make that ass bounce want a peace of the pie im just straight up chillin smoking living like im a king everybody looking up to me dont know what it means dirty money on the floor yes it is what it seems got it wraped around my neck got a stack on my rings got this money on my mind there is no inbetween i be moving side to side im in groove with the lean say they caught you need to lie and dont snitch on the team say a word and its over bullets all in yo skin got a mission to achieve now i said that shit twice got my mama in the hood while im high like a kite transporting all this green set a hit just of spite i dont really fuck with nighas that dont know what its like eating arroz and frijoles all day all fucking night ay muchas compicasiones no saves what its like getting that eviction notice see my mom with no hope had to go to the street and sell all of this dope