remember all the all the times that I couldn't be patient remember all the people use to tell me I wont make it but now its top floors but the Pent always vacant an my brother in a cage I'm just praying that he make it somebody set him up taught me niggas out here snaking so I keep my grass up cant ever get it cut tryna cross my own over ima gone roll him now wtf he talking bout illest nigga from the south got the chopped bring him out I was raised in the south where you couldn't get caught slippin shoot it up air it out bad bitches with the shit to they out here tricking now an fuck the club I rather count lotta bucks an stack it now I gotta daughter an family to feed it's all about stacking green we dont count up the money we weigh it now