[Verse 1]
No love for the weak by the end of the week tryna move a couple grams spread love to streets
Unique, tac-tics I'm using when I speak who me too feet submerged below the dirt/
Imma lay it down down down like a card it's so hard to show the people what I'm really worth
The truth hurts
But it's better than tellin lies open eyes cuz the news ain't really tellin you why/
Why the moon so close and snow last week
Why can't I go to school and have money to eat
Why my parents gotta work till old and they die but little fat kids get f**in show on TV? Oh please../
That ain't right and if I gotta watch that then shoot me tonight
In my will I'mma leave everything in my life to my wife oh right...she left me tonight
Oh true...love hurts but, winning feels better
Wait wait...scratch that..like an old sweater....
Money is the root of all evil so I guess my whole life is dedicated to me becoming a sinner
I'm tryna ball like the dude married to la-la
Is the devil in the white tee? Or wearing prada?
I don't really know so I guess he wears Mishka black jeans black tee and black cement threes that's me...
Oh....
[Hook]
I could be hustlin' work
Pushin the dirt
If I wasn't writing this verse
sh** I just might be...
Takin ya purse
Robbin ya job
Or even worse
Dead in a hearse/