in my own time I'll find myself I reach the shelf I ll find my self I'll reach the shelf I'll find self boy I'm chasing more than wealth so lock your door before you sleep cuz I'm lurking in your dreams working on these schemes you are not on my team I smoke these blunts in my lonely becuase I'm my only homie trust nobody fuck with everybody my girl gotta fat ass we gonna cash in fat stacks theres nothing I lack my music be your crack in the court taking you out like shaq these bars be facts I dont be selling sacks but I know where to get it and if I rolled it you know I lit it and if the boys roll up you know I hid it and if I said Ima do it know I'm not kidding I'm not giving in I'm not going up and my bitch not giving out that's without a doubt dont ask for a handout becuase I never had my hand out so I dont know what thats about and if you ride you better ride it out