[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
Huh, whoop, huh, whoop

[Verse]
I remember bein' the n***a sittin' around procrastinatin'
Used to hit the road for crumbs, then I graduated
I just sat back and waited on my turn and never hated
Came up, but n***as act like they ain't wanna see me make it, I can't fake it
All these n***as actin' weird, I can't take it
I ain't even reach my peak around this bitch, I'm barely famous
Fuck around and get my passport and move to Jamaica
Fuck around and buy an old-school tomorrow and get it painted
Throw the Forgis on the bitch, the F stand for Fast Money
The F stand for fuck n***as, brodie said don't trust n***as, so I keep it low
All the opps dyin', I stopped keepin' scorе
N***as couldn't afford to go to war 'cause they was cheap and brokе
I literally been on and off of flights, I don't sleep no more
Think about gettin' a Maybach truck, don't want the Jeep no more
I'm really tryna change my life around, so I don't cheat no more
I'll make Getta cut this bitch, don't need the beat no more
N***a ran off with some petty shit, don't want his feet no more
He don't want his life no more, he don't wanna breathe again
Bring it to a n***a doorstep like the pizza man
Pull up with skis again, pull up and leave him then
All these n***as talkin' 'bout the road and never been on it
Heard dawg was talkin' out his head, so I put ten on it
I don't tolerate no disrespect, you gotta stand on it
You gotta step about it, pull up on me, blow your TEC about it
I ain't cheat the road, I beat the road and got a check up out it
[Outro]
More back, n***a
You can't cheat this shit to beat this shit
Huh
The whoop way