[Verse 1]
Wake up I gotta get it
Pockets empty I'm hungry
I'm politicin' tired of sleeping
On floors, man, my back is itchin'
I see Dom in a Benz like I gotta get it
I see Nip in a Benz like I gotta get it
I see Q in a Claren, I'm back to business
I see Dot win a Grammy who am I kidding
I see Dot win a Grammy who am I kidding like (ah!)
And this for my momma she never been to the Bahamas
Them county buildings had us trained
Ain't ride on no train but I put this here on my life
Them food stamps got traded in vain
She work to the bell, she working from 7 to 12
Just to buy me the new Twelves
I'm paying her back
I promise to get her arranged and then buy my granny a 'lac
Can't lack what you missin'
You talking about shooting your shot
But every time you was just brickin'
Don't come in my kitchen
Can't stand to smell what I be cookin'
Don't ask for a piece of the cookin', mean piece of the pie
Ain't worried about cuttin' no corners because you was never my kind
You ready to ride? Been on a 'rall for like a week and I feel like I'm ready to die