Went to Texas for a few days Wanted to scout out the properties Lookin' like I won a lottery None of the hate really bother me YouTube three years, they don't wanna see me blow They don't wanna hear the flow But this usually how it go Bankroll, bankroll The bank tellers know my name My life now not the same I got money with the fame PayPal with the transfer, brought my momma straight to tears Get her a 'Rari to steer, she ain't pay rent in years Couldn't park at the store, I got butterfly doors One space, need more Somebody rally the score My music is hot, bitch nigga give me my credit Sending shots without a medic Four bands from my edits My exes, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha" they regret it, heh Yeah nigga, I said it, mm Two hunnid bands on my debit, mm Got enough education, I'm a college dropout, heh Same nigga that'll doubt be the main one beggin' for my clout Yeah I mean these niggas just, you know, They don't understand what I been through man, and, you know? I do all this shit on my own, my nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? And I'm just out here tryin' to get respect, But at the same time it's like, "Fuck you, " You know what I'm sayin'? But, I guess its just me, ventin' right now It's whatever though Yeah Why you rap about the money? I ain't never had shit Told myself, "Don't quit, watch how you get rich" Niggas see me in Pontiac they 'on't never ever wanna speak Sent a text, "Let's meet," nigga, I been for weeks I'on't usually like, go home 'cause I know niggas hate a lot I'd probably get shot, and we don't even got cops Cold case on my big bro, but we all know who did it 10K we'll split it, guarantee they won't miss it Niggas really use to struggle, mama really had to hustle Two jobs had to juggle, we'll be good, now I'm humble Private client at the chase, I got a personal banker Ksubi jeans on my ass, used to be at Walmart buying Wrangler Gas station 2am, bought some Hershey's out the wrapper Don't compare me to a rapper, I make more than a rapper Go to school for 4 years, 50K be a salary I just made 50K in a week, take a pic for my gallery I don't really be tryna stunt on anybody but its just like, You gotta understand when you come from nothin' you know, You gotta have something to show for it, man, You know what I'm sayin'? Where I come from, niggas ain't too successful, you know? So, I like to show what I got 50K in a week, nigga, no bullsh', just sayin' Yeah Check neck, check wrist They just with the Cubans 100K on the ice, So I'm cautious when I'm movin' I don't go to the club, pussy is not that important Threw my contact sortin', I got hoes out in Portland I notice, we don't talk too often You gon' claim we was best friends when I'm dead and gone in my coffin I don't hang around you niggas, now you probably know the reasons I be chillin' by myself out the way tryna get through the seasons Niggas think I'm a goofy, let me make a little statement Don't come at me reckless, them videos for entertainment I did the shit on my own, I got the check on my own Bitch, I'm flyer than a drone, so you better watch your tone 10K for a feature, I had to get off the bleachers Why the fuck would you stay in School when you makin' more than a teacher? Nigga I did it, I did it, I owe God all the glory Could've been dead and broke but You know they don't wanna hear my story Yeah Man, I just wanna say, you know, I'ma continue to do what I do, man You know what I'm sayin', I'm not gon' let these... These no good ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', Try and break me down and, you know what I'm sayin', Tell me I'm not good enough, you know what I'm sayin', but, I'ma just let this music take off And let it speak for itself, you know? Be a real dog Let's get it, ayy

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The days go by I'm still here Waiting for something that left No one predicted to me to me Only things move by themselves Every night in my dreams, in my dreams I tried to cut through the crap I've tried not to cry, not to cry I tried to cut through the crap Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore! Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore! This is not a deep wound Neither problem of a schoolboy No one predicted to me, to me Only things move by themselves Now it's hard to keep to keep Plus, you lost your hold on me. Try not to cry, not to cry Try cut through the crap. Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more? Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more?