Yeah Uh This life im living is garbage Working hard everyday but our stomachs still starving Feeling like starving marvin Im a starving artist Still aint made it yet , almost a vet , gotta stay working no matter the set , fuck it , still rolling in a bucket , all these other niggas still shooting shots but aint making buckets So im a cut it , just like they did to budget, fuck it , all you haters can suck it , too much hate dawg , just wait til they love it , Pass me the blunt so i can puff it , take my bucket to the shop so they can buff it, all my enemies get played like a puppet , no strings attached to my bags so nobody can touch it , fuck it , only it for the money bags , went from mopping and sweeping to getting racks , now i got like a couple hundred stacks , pass them out in the hood to everyone who used to sell them sacs , now everyone hood rich and nobody knows how to act , despite the money i aint never showing lack, always remaining humble no matter where you end at, thats facts , flashback to when i used to carry bags in a backpack , and zig zags, just in case a nigga trying get medicated, motivated by the green smell , now we getting greens living well , life aint what it used to seem oh well tell a tale, sit inhale and exhale now alls we do is paper trail or wait for a check in a mail wait until the real prevail