[VERSE 1]
Sometimes I wake up like f** the world
f** my girl, she's crazy
Nah, I ain't going half on that baby
I'm about to hit the road and get the dough
She's played out like disco
She's just a trick ho
Anyway
Damn right I don't trust her
It's true
Yo cause I know that she knows
I'm a motherf**er
Too real
And I know she peep game to claim
She don't care about me doing my everyday street thing
b**h got a couple n***as on the block hot for her
Might be the ho next door and a lot more
So all I got is blunts, Cognac and soda pop for her
I'm out the door
I'm out to score
[HOOK]
Million dollar dreams are made of these
It takes Gs to motivate me
It's going to take a (2 vocal tracks-can't decipher)
I let the root of all evil pay pay me
Million dollar dreams are made of these
It takes Gs to motivate me
It's going to take a (2 vocal tracks-can't deciper)
I let the Wicket sh** pay me
[VERSE 2]
Sometimes I fall out the wrong side of the bed
With something going on inside the head
That needs to be said
I think of all the beef I started that needs to be dead
How come I hardly live by what the preacher read
Am I forgiven enough
Or do I need to beg
Bow my head, fall to me knees and legs
Break the greedy n***a to say please instead
Out for self no doubt my mouth needs to be fed
Mad man
Always had a plan to win
Always thought about where I'd be standing in ten
Now it's been over 3,000 days and nights
Rolling through a Nation Ahead of Time And Space, right
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3]
Nowadays I'm feeling like muscle with armor
With the hustle with drama
Too much hating on the plantation for this farmer
I'm feeling it
s**ers hating my affiliates
Idiots
Don't even know what getting money really is
Don't even know the Mastamind you dealing with
What part of the game is it
When I start k**ing sh**
I murder for mine
Through the dirt I grind
Just dust myself off
And keep trying to work mine
Come on
[HOOK]