[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]