Just the other day I was broke as a bitch
Walking to walk work in the hot sun, soaking it in
I never been a dope man, but I'm the dopest of man
Buying some smoke from the dude with the dope
Throw five, four point five, so on, so forth
I'm tryna get my fucking goals, not Goyard
Paying for the lawyers, get my bros out the courtyard
'Cause I got the ear for the flows, not Mozart, but damn a nigga go hard
Put me on a postcard or miss me til the show start
My niggas got a Benz and he push it like a go-cart
Tryna get one of them, but my ends like "Don't start
The bullshit again 'fore you end up a broke"
But, again, so don't pretend
Oh we remember, last September, like the coldest winter
Man I really had to show these niggas I owe these niggas a throat slit, know me nigga