Outro

Ahem
Yeah
(I live my life dreaming, maybe stuck in a dream or some
Wondering where imma be in 10 years from now nigga
I work a 9-5 but shit I'm fucking tired nigga
I never wrote none like this before so I want you to trust me in this song
You heard
I want you to trust me in this song
You heard)
Umh now, remember the first you hear this I want you to feel me
It was in '03 when my momma gave birth to me
I just turned 18
By the time I'm recording this (Shit)
I got a thousand people listening to my playlist
What's there more to do guess I'm just not made for this (Shit)
So I took a 9-5 to afford to pay my bills
But I have my plan for this shit and I ain't quitting
Shit be hard time to times as an artist I gotta admit it
I done came a long way
I ain't going back
Hit the trap house
My niggaz cooking dope
If you feel some type of way
They gon' let it spray
Imma let it spray (Yeah)
They gon' let it spray
My brother got a strap for these hoes that be hating
I spent 3 or 4 on my J's and her leggings
If that hoe tripping imma leave that hoe geeked
I was talking money smoking weed getting neck neck
I just switched the whole convo if u ain't noticed
I just want my own condo that's why i'm hustling
All my niggaz trapping hard like the narcos
More like Pablo. Fucking hoes (Carlos)
Balling like money meech
Serving shots like hallow
I put my feelings in these songs the only way I can speak
I don't talk to niggaz 'cause they weird and I'm lit
I'm the type to fuck your bitch then I leave
I can't be too attached to these hoes they might set me up
(Yeah I'm knowing knowing)
She like (What you drinking nigga?)
It's henny in my cup
(What you got on your fit?)
It's margiella hoe
(Can I see your bitch?)
It's your sister hoe
I remember one night
Me and Fredrick
Running around DT
With fake crack nigga
I just gotta do this shit
To feed my family
If it's not then shit
I might die bih
I just gotta go hard on these pussy niggaz
Go hard. Get my chips up
I just gotta go hard get my money up
(Yeah) Stuck my money up