[Chorus - Matt PFV]
I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes

I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes

[Verse 1 - Matt PFV]
Yeah
All of these people are snakes and I'm weeding them out like tobacco and swish
I just get back to the scripture and feel it while they all get back to "prescrips"
I will not ask them forgiveness 'cause all my shit backs my description
I am attacking the symptoms of classes of prisons, stay true to my genes like my fashion's religion

[Verse 2 - Matt PFV]
Why do they lie to my face?
Why do you stay on your phone?
Why don't you show me respect?
Why don't you leave me alone?
I know you planted the seed
Now you must reap what you sow
You underestimate me
Now you will be sad when I'm gone

[Verse 3 - Matt PFV]
Your number is up, I will call like I need a ticket
I don't need specifics, I just needed proof
Don't need a prison so I'm leaving you
Don't need the pressure nor the second guessing
No matter what I'm blastin', I'm leading through
My [?] fashion is I'm truly dead
And by the lessons you went and taught me (oh!)

[Chorus - Matt PFV]
I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes

I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes

[Verse 4 - Notebook]
I need dollars, I need dollars (whatchu say?)
Well give me [?] and honors (I don't play)
So when I die, don't bother
I want a big plane I can roam in mid flight that why I'll be sky-walking
Forcing hard enough to tell you sit down like I'm your father
Shh, don't speak
Now please don't pretend you know me
My pieces for flexing low-key
I need no new friends, they're homies
My ce-lo rejects, they're phony
Come to me with suggestions and tips
Point a finger, just press to your lips
Silence is louder than words
But you're hurting my head with this shit
I really can't stress it no more
I'd rather not stress it at all
You don't get the message I guess
You shouldn't be telling me shit
Show me credentials and then I consider
Whatever you're talking about
Other than that just keep your thoughts to yourself
Be on your way, and make sure they follow you out

[Chorus - Matt PFV]
I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes

I wake up, search for money every day
Your opinion don't mean shit about the bank
You ain't done a thing, you shouldn't give advice though
I'm low-key but I'm moving 'long with high hopes