am coming behind bars but my team is out Willy willard da slick talker is never in a drought down to earth but high as a motherfuckin cloud Am never leaving the game like the wedding vowes niggahs act like niggahs butches act like bitches snitches be getting stitches but I keep on chasing riches dark thoughts keep on invading real niggahs know am reaping em success on my mind wealth is all am thinking when I come through niggahs run away only the the team knows I bring the pain I fell in love with the money bag so I chased it even during the rain cough cough when am getting lit and my bars sound like a bag of pain my bars are cold my cars is fold my head is bold mama said when I work hard everything I can afford without the hate or the baite keep it straight strike it right