They just got me wishing that a real n***a would
Busting out the kitchen cooking heat for the hood
Money on my mind [?]
Running out of time [?]
They just got me wishing(x4)

Look at my stamina
Up and close with my caliber
They looking for me I'm double crossing my calendar
They should've told you I'm fucking hoes on my camera
Trapping dough with my family, on the low with my strategy
Instead they told you my rapping flow is a poison
I bag the bucs and you can handle the boyzn
We on a mission, we double up on ambition
I never tell em my vision, they never stand in my kitchen no
Coz the heat gon Keith Sweat, flip the streets no speed trap