[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
I tell my n***as
Anything is possible, impossible is nothing
I mean look at the dough we getting, I mean look at these hoes we f**ing
I know this sh** can get better
Workin' hard, tryna put myself together
And tell the world that im ready for whatever
Finna hit the jackpot, I got my hand on the lever
Going down, gotta let that b**h boom
New condo, walk in, 6 rooms
Feelin' good but that sh** got a sick view
A n***a on track, I should probably get a pit crew
You don't think I'm Uno, skip you
You ain't got it like me, cause your b**h do
Talking sh** about me to her, thats a b**h move
Thats another thing a real n***a getting through, gone
[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
I just hope it all ends well
The swag stories my friends tell
This train wreck that we inhale
Got me feelin' unstoppable like Denzel
Anyone, make a n***a get more bucks, more gold, more hoes
Got more trucks, ha
Throw the De Lorean doors up
Pretty chick watching me hop out
You're f**ed!
Man, these wild girls love chill
Like these fake n***as love real
But hated at the very same time
They say ain't f**ing with it
So they trippin online
sh**, I could be outta my mind
But its lookin real smooth
These n***a pay for p**y
I'm just tryna pay dues
I dont ever make excuses homie
I just make moves, yeah