[Verse 1]
Uhh
Trippin' but I can’t write shit
Hate it when it get like this
Split my wig
Plottin', tryna get it
Actin' like I don’t know that they give mics cheddar
Actin' like Imma blow but it feel like never
We'll live life better
Bread in abundance
Hungry, I was some
That's 99 plus one (99 plus one)

[Verse 2]
It's a hundred thousand ways to get a mil
Hope that one of them is sayin' how you feel
It's real n***as that steal and pay they bills
How you feel, I was lookin'
Like you either in them books or ducking bookings
Like you either gonna take or get it took-en
Shit, I learned from mistakes I made in Brooklyn
You let your brother tell me why you wanna jux him

[Chorus]
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
We is sayin’, maybe one day
Lil' n***a gotta get it more than one way
Pressure on me like the sun rays
But I don’t feel too bad some days
[Verse 3]
You ran for the streets
You killing it kid
You got custodies
You can't keep your hands out the street
Mom want you outta here
You got
Gold on your neck and lies on your teeth
Get mad money, I see
Poorboy
Mad money, sad money
Things been looking kinda blue these days
I once knew two boys
Both of them; get to the bread
Both of them wasn't using they head
Both of them; dead

[Verse 4]
Poorboy get
Into the money
He said you get
Into the money
And not know what you be getting yourself into
And I-
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But uh....
Poorboy
Don't nobody care about Benji when his best friend’s black
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
That's why he blue, ain't it?
Them two boys was just like you
All they ever wanted was change for a hundred
Change for a hundred!
And word on the street is you killing it, kid