[Chorus: WTG]
Boy, I started from sand
I'm finna have the whole world up in the palm of my hand
Ain't no way you touching all of my bands
I'm stackin' bennies to the ceiling, that was part of the plan
The world is mine and I feel like Tony
Working double time, man I feel like Tony
Finna build an empire, man I feel like Tony
Yeah, yeah I feel like Tony
[Verse 1: WTG]
Born in Bridgeport, man I came from nothing
Started rapping, made sure that my name meant something
Working in the 'stu' to get a little fame or something
So I could live to do it big before the angels' coming
I got that hustler mentality
Momma crying now, but I promise in a year, she'll be proud of me
So many people hate the sound of me
So I'm just waiting for the day when I could prove to those that doubted me
Yeah, and I know not to trust a soul
Your best friend could be the first to send you up the road
Who do I trust? Me! That's who
When I'm eating right, don't expect me to holler at you
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kid Loso Fresh]
Tony Montana, only messing with familia
Down