[Verse 1]
Been asleep for a while now
I been fuckin' hoes, doin' more shows, money come in piles now
Back then she wouldn't fuck with me, she wanna fuck in my pause now
Used to be nobody text with me, they wanna text to the kid nah
All these fake n***as tryna keep it real now
Bitches, I'm that n***a, still the same n***a from befo tho
East Side n***a, used to call me daddy Joe
Movin' packs, neva one did my momma know
You need that n***a, believe me, on my lil stove
Back then I was buggin' on a trip of seeds
Meeked up befo' we popped ten a piece
Now every other month I make ten at least
Thuggin' real fo' my n***as cuz they gotta eat
Lookin' out for each other in the streets cause it's all we got
Anybody wanna fuck with me or one of my n***as
N***as know that the things are gonna pop
The hard stopped heavy but the hustle didn't stop
A couple homie's dead and a couple homie's not
But a young n***a still on that clock
Fork bend that blend, tryna own that spot
Fuck bein' in yo pussy, I'm tryna run that block
Uh, I'm tryna ball with my n***as
Been through it all with my n***as
Collect calls from my n***as
And they tellin' me to stay on my shit
The bigger you are, the tougher it is
But this is rap, dawg, this shit is [?]
[Hook]
Just me and my n***as, tryna take it to the top
Gotta get this money, and take care of ours
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got

[Verse 2]
Stand down till we come up, on the grind til the sun up
Boy, I got to get these funds up, serving hot Os, no Columbus
And the life we chose, we dug it, when we play the bass, we drum it
With that cable, lil homie be buggin', like the they got their way down to bussin'
Do it all for the budget, hit a lick then it's back to the hustlin'
Flip that, turn up into somethin', then I play [?], n***a, we all stuntin'
Gotta ride fo' n***as that you walk with, eat with those that you starved with
Down the street and got balled in, cause ya know they're gonna hit the money callin'
But every backdoor n***a call in, cuz I need that
Feelin' like Nick with the seatback, n***a chasin' every D jack
Where the cheese at? Girl, my [?]
Leave holes where yo feet, suddenly, you been cracked
Gettin' all this money, grindin', now you see that
Didn't wanna fuck, now you let the whole team smack
I get it, you talk it, I live it, I sell it, you sip it
You want it, come get it, a line go for 50
It's money, I'm with it, it's mine, I spend it
I hustle every minute, bitch, I'm feelin' like Knicks
Keys to the city, everybody fuckin' with me
Young n***a droppin' weight like Missy
Go get it like [?] and [?]
So you know it's bout money if you see me
[Hook]