[Intro]
Taylor 'bout to fuckin' flex
All of these stacks got me thinkin' like, "whoa"

[Verse 1]
N***as say they gonna kill me
'Cause I give 'em L's like they straight outta Philly
Think that we friends 'cause we from the same city
But that don't mean much if you did it right wit' me
Deep dreams of a Bentley like 50
Won't let the feds get me 'cause I'ma do 60
No trust for a hoe they just love me for money
I laugh in they face when they tell me they love me
I get it, I get it, I just want riches
Ain't got no time for these bitches
No, n***a, I never clock in just my time in the kitchen
And serve it to fiends when I finished
Addicted to money and fashion, I don't need to practice
'Cause most of my [?]
But I'ma keep workin', no slackin'
These n***as, they [?]
Shit, I was eleven and trappin', damn

[Chorus]
Now all these bands got me feelin' like, "whoa"
Whoa
All these bands got me feelin' like, "whoa"
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 2]
Yeah, [?] just to get [?]
[?] becomin'
But don't need a friend, I can grind till the end
They only hit me 'cause the money I spend
Got my blue holograms, now they want me dead
I been knew these n***as [?]
I can see clearly, I don't need a lens
I can go shoppin', I don't need a [?]
Hate on me, n***as, don't hate on me, hate on me
Bet I'm just here waiting patiently
N***a, just wait and see
I tell them n***as, "Just wait and see"
I'm 'onna move better, pray for me
Heavenly Father, if I cannot make it alive, [?] I tried
Respect for my grind, [?] respect for my drive
[?] or not, yeah
I [?] my wrist [?]
Yeah, this is why [?] n***a [?]
I told my mama that I'll make her proud
But how can I think when I'm smokin' on loud
To get deep into this, I'm on a mission for this, yeah, I'm on a mission for this
Fuck you expectin'? This won't take a second
[?], yeah, that's my confession for this