[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I'm just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that sh**
[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain't jog or nothing
I ain't lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y'all, I ain't brag or nothing
Game (?) under pressure, I ain't let him down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y'all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that sh** don't count for nothing
When I told 'em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch 'em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love 'em
Come backstage, they let me f** 'em
Free (?) don't owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me f** her twice
She know I might f** her life
Too lit to have a f**ing wife
She signing up t wife tonight, so f** it
She can board her flight
Lil (?) might get her something to go, I guess I'm sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I'm not regular, no I'm not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can't leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I'm there too long I gotta move
f** it, you just stay right here cause I don't like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, n***as know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
(?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain't push the score bu*ton
Back to the program, n***as hating but they who*es love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't running like the Porsche running
(?) with the torch running
(?) on the ops block (?) gunning
All my n***as all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them k**ers like Jon-Jon
But we ain't going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain't no cops k**ing us
Ain't no ops k**ing us
Some say I might sound co*ky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I'm gon' get home where I'm from that's (?)
Where I'm from sh** get scary, n***as get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don't you double dare me
I'm from the Eastside of Chicago
I'm Gucci where I go
n***as know me where I go
I'm an OG where I go
You can't help what you born with
But it's on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go