[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rest When I'm Rich
Wuntayk Timmy!
I deserve a Grammy, a Oscar, and a Emmy

[Hook]
Mob on the backstreet
Jobs on my track sheet
Max speed, tryna catch a wave 'fore they catch me
Broads in the back seat
Laws on the back of me
Nah, I ain't finna slip at all going max speed
Gone I'm at max speed
Nah I ain't tripping, gotta fall 'fore they catch me
All for the cash, gotta fall for them to catch me, Wuntayk

[Verse 1]
I hit the scene, black jeans and an all-black shirt
Listen one wrong move n***a all y'all murked
Baby mama tripping I sold all my percs
Fuck the pain that I'm feeling I done saw a lot worse
Got it out the mud I did all my dirt
Tryna get us out the dirt, tryna get up in a vert
At the top with no top, got no ceilings when I skrrt
Got no feelings but I’m hurt, time to hit ‘em where it hurt
Let my n***a say the word, send ‘em where it’s hot
They gon’ see me in a coffin ‘fore they see me on the cot
Yeah, knew I was gon’ cop it when I seen it on the lot
Middle finger to a cop, n***a no this shit don’t stop
N***a