yo word up listen mm every day I would always ask for money some cash or maybe just half but listen to all you homies in the struggle this ones for you listen I always knew nothing ever new would come up had to work from the ground below to the sky above I'm flyin higher than a dove listen love making all these beats to impress all the sweet treats listening to get to cash or to make my neck glistening never had no money though never had one hoe yo and all my homies said wanna borrow couple bucks yo? I straight up told em no I wasnt gonna do that to my bros but I really needed to hold some cash I was getting to ass no car to hit the gas if I fell I would break like glass homeless ass but I kept going I knew I would surpass rather the all the people telling me to quit I got big and spit in there faces any fuckin races mexican hashin I didnt care what was there to lose my 2 dollar shoes? nah was it me being on the news nah was it all the booze nah it was the homies the friends the ones who'll stay to the end the ones who'll bend every second of time just to lend you a hand they'd walk in hot sand just to get your back word up